Theres a girl in my mirror.
I dont know who she is.
She looks like me.
But there are so many differences.
Her hazel eyes are sad.
Her face has a frown.
She never ever smiles.
This girl cannot be me.
I smile,
I laugh,
Im free.
But I know she is.
I can tell.
Because shes in,
My private Hell.
The one no one knows of.
The one no one sees.
Where my pain is
A silent part of me.
I turn away,
From my broken image.
I put on my facade,
And walk outside.
No one knows,
How much of me is a lie.
Only she knows.
And she cant tell.
Because shes stuck.
In my private hell.
Mirror mirror,
Bright and true.
I know who she is!
And she knows me too...
