That girl in the mirror, who only I can see, <br />That girl in the mirror, who is she to me? <br />That girl in the mirror, with golden locks and silver chains, <br />That girl in the mirror, is she a prisoner full of hate? <br />That girl in the mirror, with amber eyes, <br />They're a trap laid for fools, deep vasts of cruelness, waiting to close in on you. <br />That girl in the mirror, she's just a porcelain doll, <br />Someone who's only known for their beauty, not for their charm, <br />Not for their knowledge, no, not for their wit. <br />Although they have plenty more of those than a bit. <br />But she's still just <br />Something to be looked at, <br />Never spoken directly to, <br />Just another object to everyone except for someone who can see the truth. <br />That girl in the mirror, that is me. <br />That girl in the mirror, who's only wish is to be... <br />Free.<br /><br />Alex Vargas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mirror-21/
