I look and see of what I want be see. That girl that I can hardly recognize looks back at me. Her eyes have a sad look. Her smile no longer shows. Her hair is rustled and is a mess. I can tell that she is trying real hard to hold back tears. I see her open her mouth as if she's about to scream. But when she trys , nothing comes out. She starts to cry. Just little sobs at first, but soon turns into huge ones that I'm afraid to look back up at her. I turn and walk away and know, that I might always be that girl staring back at me in the mirror.
November 5, 2010