Perfection lingers over her head,
as her flaws stand out in
that night.
She prays to God,
to understand,
the things that make her
imperfect.
She sits and prays,
with no
answers to the questions
that she asks.
The mirror reflects
the flaws
she knows everyone sees.
Her quiet nature,
keeping in
the things that she feels,
holding back the tears,
as she struggles to
hold on to
what little strength she has.
Walls that have been
built,
strong tonight
than ever before.
Her emotionless state
a product of
what she has been through.
One can't be strong
without hiding pieces
of themselves.
Now she sees.
Now she knows.
The mirror displays
what he
implied,
She is broken inside.
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