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Tears slide down her face as she stares in the mirror, she draws scars across her face outlining the parts that could be perfect but aren't. She is held prisoner to look into the mirror and see what she thinks all there is to see. When she looks up, they don't notice but simply pick her apart. Strip her down and tear her apart, leave her alone, leave nothing by scattered dust and broken bones. She is trying to get better but they force her to look back in the mirror and see the scars that time and people have made. They force her to look at all of the wrong, they don't see her crying when they tear her down. She tries to ignore the girl in the mirror but she only grows to hate her more with every day that passes by. She stares in the mirror and yells to the reflection "Why can't you be what they want you to be?! Why can't you just be perfect?!" She slams her fist into the mirror trying to break the girl, the glass cracks but she is still there. She bows her head, her shoulders shaking as tears run down her face. "I'm sorry. . ." she says and crumbles to the floor crying within herself. All she wants is for them to accept her and not make her see the scars, now she has drawn them in place to show them what she sees. See what you have made me, see what I have become? I can't be perfect in your eyes, I'll never bo good enough. Does she want to break her flesh and watch the red stain her skin? I don't know.
I am on the outside watching threw a glass, a wall that she has rebuilt again. Blocking me out, she doesn't want to remember me now, she doesn't want to see me because I am apart of the disapproval. Sometimes I wonder if it would be better to let her go be the person they want her to be, sometimes I wonder if it would be better for us. For her in the end. Because I know the day will come when she says good-bye because they broke her down and made her cry. I know that day will come, when all will be lost because I can not give her what they want her to have. I may love her but they will never know that and I may see her as perfect but she will never see that. I slam my fist against the glass, trying to break through her wall. She turns from me looking back up into the mirror, please don't hurt yourself, please don't do that. Don't harm the most beautiful thing I see every day, don't destroy the one thing I would live or die for. Don't hurt yourself, you are all I have. I put my hand to the glass and then become enraged, I slam both my fists into the glass and call out her name.
Please answer me! Please! You don't understand, I need you to understand. You don't need to be perfect! I know that their words may hurt but you can move past them, you have come past so much already and you can do anything. I know you can. I believe in you and I'm sorry that I said that I didn't before. I love you. . . You are all I want in this life, in this world.
I fall to the ground, watching her struggle from afar. I am unable to help her now, she needs to do it herself. She needs to break free from the demons' curse, she needs to see that I will love her no matter what she is. The sad thing is, why won't they? Why won't they love her because she is what she is? Beautiful, talented, smart, funny, creative, the best person I have ever had the chance to meet. I wish that I could make them see what she is but they only see what they want to see, if she's not perfect then she's not good enough.
I know I make it harder. And sometimes I wish I didn't, I wish I had never fallen in love with her and made it so that one day she has to make this ultimatium in which she must choose them or me. I know that she will hate that day and she may leave me and be what they want her to be. And I will be alone. I will never love anyone the way I love her, she will always be my first and my last. Forever.
~Anne-Marie Elizabeth Burgess~
I am on the outside watching threw a glass, a wall that she has rebuilt again. Blocking me out, she doesn't want to remember me now, she doesn't want to see me because I am apart of the disapproval. Sometimes I wonder if it would be better to let her go be the person they want her to be, sometimes I wonder if it would be better for us. For her in the end. Because I know the day will come when she says good-bye because they broke her down and made her cry. I know that day will come, when all will be lost because I can not give her what they want her to have. I may love her but they will never know that and I may see her as perfect but she will never see that. I slam my fist against the glass, trying to break through her wall. She turns from me looking back up into the mirror, please don't hurt yourself, please don't do that. Don't harm the most beautiful thing I see every day, don't destroy the one thing I would live or die for. Don't hurt yourself, you are all I have. I put my hand to the glass and then become enraged, I slam both my fists into the glass and call out her name.
Please answer me! Please! You don't understand, I need you to understand. You don't need to be perfect! I know that their words may hurt but you can move past them, you have come past so much already and you can do anything. I know you can. I believe in you and I'm sorry that I said that I didn't before. I love you. . . You are all I want in this life, in this world.
I fall to the ground, watching her struggle from afar. I am unable to help her now, she needs to do it herself. She needs to break free from the demons' curse, she needs to see that I will love her no matter what she is. The sad thing is, why won't they? Why won't they love her because she is what she is? Beautiful, talented, smart, funny, creative, the best person I have ever had the chance to meet. I wish that I could make them see what she is but they only see what they want to see, if she's not perfect then she's not good enough.
I know I make it harder. And sometimes I wish I didn't, I wish I had never fallen in love with her and made it so that one day she has to make this ultimatium in which she must choose them or me. I know that she will hate that day and she may leave me and be what they want her to be. And I will be alone. I will never love anyone the way I love her, she will always be my first and my last. Forever.
~Anne-Marie Elizabeth Burgess~
Published 18th Sep 2011
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