I see a girl in the mirror before me.
With her back against the wall, she sits with her knees pulled to her chest.
The mirror before her reflects the image of a girl she no longer recognises.
Through tears; she breathes in, and as she exhales her body trembles while she falls apart.
With her eyes; the girl in the mirror traces each golden swirl on the mirrors antique frame.
The girl in the mirror is weighed down; by a deep sadness. She is riddled with regret and overwhelmed by a sense of utter brokenness.
The girl in the mirror is taunted by voices who screech; through every hour of every day. They taunt and tease her, reminding her that she will never amount.
The girl in the mirror is filled with a crippling fear; as she questions whether she will make it through another day.
The girl in the mirror is haunted by her past; when she closes her eyes the shadowed figures are there, when she dreams at night she relives each wretched moment.
The girl in the mirror is disfigured; she is unable to see herself through the eyes of those who love her.
The girl in the mirror is broken; like a glass once whole, now shattered on the cold hard floor.
The girl in the mirror is battered and bruised; marks left upon her skin by both herself and those around her, forever stained.
The girl in the mirror is a host for unwanted guests who come and go as they please, taking as much as they can carry and leaving behind their signatures.
The girl in the mirror traces each line and circle; as her white sheets stain red.
The girl in the mirror is trapped within the dark crevices of her mind, enslaved to the forbidden darkness.
The girl in the mirror is known by many names, her identity overshadowed by her past and tainted by the opinions of others.
The girl in the mirror has silently watched as her worth and value was violently striped away.
The girl in the mirror wished to disappear; first slowly, then all at once.
I am the girl in the mirror.
– c x