Every night I look into the mirror and see a person I don't recognize.
She has short brown hair, jelled down, and brushed in her face that covers one eye.
Brown eyes of pain and sorrow, a beautiful soul, her soul is like a light slowly fading away.
Her thoughts of the past, and her hopes, and wishes for the future to be bright.
But she is hurt inside, torn apart, confused, disarray.
Everything she does is wrong in the eyes of people, especially her own.
In the eyes of the Mother and Brother she is brave invincible.
Capable of doing anything and everything that is thrown her way.
She is a child with no weakness and that will never have any.
This girl sees her self as ugly, a mistake, a monster.
No matter how hard she tries or how good she does it isn't enough.
That she hides these feelings deep, deep inside herself, consuming her.
Knowing no one will know her true color, no one will see what’s really going on.
She loves her family and friends dearly.
But believes they would be better without her, or could do better then her.
She will do anything for them, stand by them, help them through it all.
Will cry for them, will die for them. Will always be there, will never turn away, or turn them down.
I see this person starring back at me wondering, what happen?
What have they become?
Then I come back to the real world and realize it's just me.
My reflection of what I've done.