Mirror

Looking in the mirror
I see this girl
Pale skin, swollen eyes
She has a look on her face
A look of disappointment
Shame, regret, such disgust.
In a way this girl kinda looks like me.
But it couldn't be,
I'm happy, I look great, have no regrets.
I walk closer to the mirror
with this girl following my every move.
I scream out "WHO ARE YOU"
The girl responds in a fragile voice
"I am YOU"
Standing there confused
I scream again that there's no way
we are the same
The girl in the mirror says
with tears in her eyes
"Let your wall down,
You thoughts are safe with me"
NO! We are not the same
I shout out  
"I'm happy and pretty,
You're sad and ugly"
With tears drowning her eyes
the girl says once more
"Sweetheart let down your wall"
Now with anger rushing through my veins
I smash the mirror
And watch it crumble into a thousand pieces
With a sense of relief
I pick up a piece of the shattered glass
and to my surprise
the girl in the mirror is still there
fading  by the second  
And then it hits me
Those sad swollen eyes
that pale skin.
The girl in the mirror is me
The real me
The me who was lost and couldn't be found.
Sad and alone,
but betrayed of being happy
by the people surrounding her  
Could it be that the me I have been
Is just a figment of my imagination?
Or could it be
that the girl in the mirror is me
But I've tainted my reflection.
So that me can no longer be seen.