I stare at the mirror for an hour,
How did she get all these wrinkles, I wonder.
Every line on her face seems to tell a story,
Of a girl who thought she had an eternity.
I look around me in hopes that I might find,
The purpose of my life and what I had left behind.
Yet nothing seems salvageable of what's left,
So, I close my eyes and count.
One,
I was too little to have fun.
Two,
My mom had deserted me too.
Three,
I regret kissing Charlie.
I look in the mirror and wonder,
What on earth did I do to the little girl?
She used to look happier and healthier,
Yet now she looks so weak and brittle.
I Look in the mirror and Pray,
That she finds a way,
To be happy, I'd say.
I Pray that the girl I see in the mirror can smile,
At me whenever I see her,
And if she can't find it in her to smile,
I Pray I'll be strong enough to accept her.