I See This Girl

January 20, 2012
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When I look in the mirror, I see a pinball.
Up and up and up it goes, then down with a deadly fall.
The pinball bounces from wall to wall.
It never stays in one place for too long.
It gets kicked around like it did something wrong.
This pinball would like to just sit and stay.
But it gets messed with as if it is clay.
Everyone’s hands try to mold it to fit their perfect little world.
This pinball represents a girl.

When I look in the mirror, I see a girl.
I see her eyes, a green and brown whirl.
I see her hair, short, black and dull.
The corners of her mouth, up and up they pull.
The tone of her skin isn’t fair.
But who is she to care?
I see a girl who is okay.
But really, she’s only holding on for another day.
Her foster parents say they’re in it all the way.
This girl believes they’re only in it for the pay.

When I look in the mirror, I see a girl.
I see her pain.
I see she is trying to stay sane.
I see this girl who cries in the rain.
She cries in the rain because she is scared.
Scared of letting anyone in.
She has had too much hurt to bear.
When she lets someone in, it’s rare.
I see a girl who’s afraid.
She’s afraid of life and she’s afraid of death.
She’s afraid she’ll take that one last breath;
There’ll be no one there.

When I look in the mirror, I see a girl.
I see a girl who hides behind a mask.
Like showing herself is a very great task.
I see a girl who has found someone.
So now she feels no need to run.

When I look in the mirror, I see a girl who has won.





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