Who is that standing in the mirror,
with the eyes like shattered glass,
her face to full of depression to make any room for emotion?
What happened to her?
Was it avoidable,
intentional,
physical?
What did they do to her,
to change her?
What ever happened
to that little girl in the photos on the wall?
Why then,
why now,
why her?
What happened to me...
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This is basically my first poem ever and I have no idea how to structure poems so, let me know what you guys think.
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