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
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.