The mirror hangs from the top of my door

It just watches me as it sits up high

With a long stretch down to the cold hard floor.

And it stares at me from dusk till dawn why?

The light of my eyes showed a reflection

Of a figure of someone who had cried

The mirror showed me my imperfections.

And the stifles of all of the little lies. 

I am preparing for the girl who weeps

To remember and see what’s next for her.

I wish that there is hope for hers to keep

And love for the next girl who is a blur.

The mirror hangs there so revealingly

And it makes me think how new I can be.