Reflection

When I look in the mirror, why is the girl I see so sad?
Her makeup is running down her face, and her eyes are red from crying

She's so pretty, but she can't see her beauty
She has scars, and she is in so much pain

I reach out to touch her hand, and she does the same
Why does she seem so frightened?
What bad things have happened to her?

Then, I realize who she is
It scares me, for she is a part of me
The part that no one ever sees

I wonder if I show her to the world
Will she be rejected, or will she be loved?