~ The girl in the mirror ~I wrote this a couple of years ago… a friend of mine ( Mandy Roberts) brought it back to my attention tonight, so I thought I’d share it…
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The girl in the mirror is not who she wants to be
The face in the mirror is not the one she wants to see…
The image she sees is one she has always despised
she hates her hair, her figure, her face, her eyes…
“I hate you…”
She damns the mirror for the story that it tells
she damns her past, her present, the future, herself…
she aches to be free of this torturous hell she calls life
She aches to break the mirror, reach for a razor, a blade, a knife…
“Somebody, help me…”
Tears gush forth from her shattered heart
but they are not thick enough to cover all her scars…
She remembers the pain, the abuse, and the shame
She wears the guilt, the humiliation, and the blame…
“God, forgive me…”
The voices in her head scream and damn her so
She hates this world and she aches to let it go…
In tears, she collapses to the floor
the pain’s so bad she’s forgotten what she’s living for…
“I just want out…”
She weeps, she groans, she curses as she longs to die
all she ever wanted was to feel good inside…
But where is the goodness that she yearns for; where is the love?
She breaks, she weeps, she sobs… she’s had enough…
“God… when will all this end…?”
What she doesn’t know, what she doesn’t see
is the girl in the mirror possesses great beauty
What she aches to hear, but fears she has no right to claim
is that she is far more worthy than the abuse, the rejection and the pain
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The girl in the mirror is not who she wants to be
The face in the mirror is not the one she wants to see…
The image she sees is one she has always despised
she hates her hair, her figure, her face, her eyes…
“I hate you…”
She damns the mirror for the story that it tells
she damns her past, her present, the future, herself…
she aches to be free of this torturous hell she calls life
She aches to break the mirror, reach for a razor, a blade, a knife…
“Somebody, help me…”
Tears gush forth from her shattered heart
but they are not thick enough to cover all her scars…
She remembers the pain, the abuse, and the shame
She wears the guilt, the humiliation, and the blame…
“God, forgive me…”
The voices in her head scream and damn her so
She hates this world and she aches to let it go…
In tears, she collapses to the floor
the pain’s so bad she’s forgotten what she’s living for…
“I just want out…”
She weeps, she groans, she curses as she longs to die
all she ever wanted was to feel good inside…
But where is the goodness that she yearns for; where is the love?
She breaks, she weeps, she sobs… she’s had enough…
“God… when will all this end…?”
What she doesn’t know, what she doesn’t see
is the girl in the mirror possesses great beauty
What she aches to hear, but fears she has no right to claim
is that she is far more worthy than the abuse, the rejection and the pain