imperfect reflection

I look in the mirror and see the face of a girl.


She's been hurt, bruised, scarred.


Her eyes have seen many things, that she shouldn't have.
They give away her pain.
There's a sparkle there though, one to signify that she's truly happy.

Her lips untouched by another.
Her smile is shy, as if she's keeping a secret, as if there's something she wants to say but knows better.

Her oval face and blond hair.
She's not the most beautiful girl to ever walk the face of the earth, and yet there's something unique and awe-striking about her.


Her face, is far from perfection.
and you can almost see the tracks of her tears from all those nights she was reminded of that.


She is an individual, a human beings with feelings, thoughts, ideas and beliefs.
She is me.