I see a girl staring back at me
Wide brown eyes, almost straight black hair
Whose face I find every time I look in a polished surface
Who is she?
This girl in the mirror.
Perhaps she is from an alternate universe
Is she happy, then?
If true, she wouldn’t look so somber, I suppose.
Who is she staring back at me?
This girl in the mirror.
I now take a step forward
To look closer at the girl
Who hardly resembles the one I used to see
From laughing all the while
To never truly smiling
This girl in the mirror.
Her hands have a slight tremor
Like she is fighting to stay
And to stay to fight
Is she a survivor?
This girl in the mirror.
Bags under eyes and slumped shoulders
They give it away
Is she tired from putting on a smile?
This girl in the mirror.
I have been staring too long
Does she mind?
Or is she content with the fact
That at least someone notices
This girl in the mirror.
I suddenly cannot look anymore
At her and this stage of despair
I turn and walk away from her
This girl in the mirror.
-Sumedha Shankar
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