In this mirror
I reflect a girl that isn’t me
On the outside
I recognize her skin and features
But her mental is limited
Unlike the woman I claim to be
She is so beautiful
With curves from her lips down to her thighs
But her soul screams her truth
That behind those eyes
Are endless wars and cries
And she tries
So frequently to stop the cycle
Because she knows
That once this obstacle goes
She will consistently grow
Beginning a state of revival
My only hope is for this girl to become stronger
In this reflection
I now see her battle clearer
An agonized soul
Staring at me through a mirror
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