When I look in the mirror I see a girl.
A young sad girl.
A girl with battle scars,
A girl that no one understands.
A girl that sees no inner or outter beauty.
I see a broken girl,
A wounded warrior.
When I look into the mirror I see this girl.
And behind this girl is a war she is in.
She is fighting for inner peace.
She is fighting for her happiness.
Behind that war is reality.
In reality is her parents.
Her parents fighting,
fighting over whoses fault is it that she feels this way.
In reality is her bullies,
bullies that call her a fagot for having a girl friend.
She is also fighting the voices in her head.
He evil voices telling her just to give up.
She just wants silence.
But when I look into that mirror I also see a future.
Her future, and it is beautiful.
And in that future, she has won her war.
