She looked down
and saw a reflection
of the girl she didn’t want them to see.
She kept trying to cover it up,
kept trying to trample the image,
but it just wouldn’t let her be.
She closed her eyes and tried to erase it,
but she knew the reflection was still there;
it wouldn’t ever leave, no matter her desperate plea.
She didn’t want them to see her true self
because the flaws were raw and the scars open;
truth and lie don’t ever agree.
Maybe if she truly looked,
if she saw how beautiful the reflection was,
maybe then she would let herself free.