Walking through a path she opens her eyes to something she never wanted. Oh how she wanted to see herself like the world itself. 

Even her own eyes are like the mirror she despised. Her own mind is  messing with her. The tears were raining down like a storm that was about to start. But it didn't happen, it was just a gray cloud on top of her head.  The thoughts running wild. “WHy can’t I cry “. 

Her hair to the bottom to her feet. 

Trying to see every detail that is wrong behind that damn mirror. But the problem isn't the mirror, it was her. The thoughts saying she wasn't enough. 

Trying to push with all the power she had to close the part she hated and start to love herself again. Even if the mind likes to run negativities it's the heart that should thrive to make her who she is. You're probably wondering who she is. 

She is Me.