She looks at the mirror

with glistening tears

staring at what nobody else could ever see.

Scars invisible to the world

mar all of her thoughts in regard

to what she could be

and what she sould see

and what on earth is reality.

 

All alone she cries

staring at her naked body

exposed and afraid

that everyone can see what she does

every flaw

every crack

every tear 

every fear

the they can see her for what she is.

A broken child hidden with in

a perfected costume for day to day,

a smile and body of normal skin.

 

But when everything is torn away

what is it that people will say?

Maybe they have themselves hidden away,

just as broken as I am today.