Would it be a mistake

if a girl was looking in the mirror

whose eyes were red and massacre running

because of her crying tears....

In the back of her mind, she tired to erase

that fringle image of not being beautiful

from the whispers of fainted conversations

of jealous people who would put her down

or was she being taken advantage of.......

if a girl was looking in the mirror

whose eyes were red and massacre running

because of her crying tears....

who was remembering when her mother

would abuse her with words...put her down....

she stood strong...rebelled.....but was it enough for her....

as her mother would sit alone in the kitchen at night...and get that high

not caring if her daughter was alive or dead, after her mother's boyfriend had raped her.....

but not once did her mom say that she was sorry....

if a girl was looking in the mirror

whose eyes were red and massacre running

because of her crying tears....

as her father waved good-bye, I love you

til the day I die, but he never came back

to hold her again....

She blamed herself constantly.....

shaking her head in disbelief.....

wanting nothing more than her questions answered....

if a girl was looking in the mirror

whose eyes were red and massacre running

because of her crying tears....

of her world turning inside out....outside in

nothing was beautiful like a flower

blossoming......so to her it was a waste of time.....

if a girl was looking in the mirror

whose eyes were red and massacre running

because of her crying tears....

as she took a piece of glass that she found

wanting to slit her wrist...little bit at a time

to release her stress....her sense of self

her flashback.....

Would it be a mistake

if a girl was looking in the mirror

whose eyes were red and massacre running

because of her crying tears....

She started to wonder

when did she come close to perfect

a model whose full figured.....

Would it be a mistake, to say that she was not paper thin....

if a girl was looking in the mirror

whose eyes were red and massacre running

because of her crying tears....

back and fourth she was looking in the mirror

trying to cover her face

like a heroin addict....she was in pain by being addicted

as her self image reflected on the mirror was starting to disappear

as she begin to break the mirror in pieces by throwing an heavy object

and walked away of not being troubled....hurt.....dissatified

of who she was as a human being whose being put together

like an unfit puzzle....