Reflection

Reflection

With spiderweb cracks
a distorted girl I see.
I watch her as she goes insane,
what is she doing to me?!

Behind her stands a woman,
that tears her up inside.
She taunts her in both sleep and wake
makes her want to run and hide.

The image is uneven
distorted and full of hate.
Her expression reeks of fear
so evident I could almost taste.

One eye is bigger than the other,
one always seeps with tears.
This poor, pathetic little girl
can't stop running from her fears.

The woman speaks behind her
as the girl rips out her hair.
Clump after clump touches the floor
as though it were meant to be there.

The image shifts and changes
but the girl doesn't make a sound.
She stands inside the broken mirror,
knowing help is not around.

One side heavier than the other
one side fat and one side thin.
Believing the lies of 'you are pretty'
would certainly be a sin.

One side of her hair is long
and the other seems quite short.
To tear more stands out of her skull
would even up the pain in her heart.

I speak into the mirror
asking the girl if she's okay.
She doesn't say anything in response
her body just rocks and sways.

My knees begin rocking back and forth
and I tear out my uneven hair,
Clump after clump hits the floor
almost as though it belongs there.

Soon the image begins to clear,
the scared, uneven girl is me.
Tearing her hair out strand by strand
begging for some clarity.

The cracks clear up and the pieces fit,
and my distorted image is all that's left.
Ignoring the taunts from inside my mind
I mutter under my uneven breath.

Will my image ever match?
Can I see what everyone else sees?
Why do I have to be so uneven?
Is this how I was supposed to be?