She stares into the cracked mirror
as the tears streak down
her pale, pale cheeks.
They flow in bloody rivers
that threaten to never stop.
The tears,
they release all of the sorrow--
all of the grief
she has held in for so long.
The agonizing days would pass
without sympathy for the poor, misunderstood girl.
As she stood,
face to face with herself
in that mirror, she sees
who she truly is.
She sees everything she has tried
to keep held in.
All of the memories
flow back to her
and she realizes just how much
this cracked mirror
is so like her heart.
Broken, used,
misunderstood and abandoned.
Will she ever live to see
the glorious light?