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Reflections in the mirror.

Reflections in the water.

It’s all the same to her,

but it really doesn’t matter.

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She feels not a thing,

not a tear upon her face.

And what she sees in the mirror,

isn’t ribbon and lace.

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She’s treated like a child,

although it’s plain to see.

She’s not a little girl,

and her reflection will agree.

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Her eyes reflect the past.

The pain flows from within.

Each day she checks the mirror,

will she ever be happy again?

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She’s starting to believe them,

that little girl shows through.

She thought she had the answers,

but doesn’t know what to do.

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Her face echoes in the mirror.

Her tears still streaming on.

Wishing she was smiling,

and that all her pain was gone.

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Will her reflection ever change?

We’ll have to wait and see.

Because this girl inside the mirror,

just happens to be me.



~*~ Jill ~*~