I look at the mirror and stare at the reflection mimicking my movements,

Who is she?

I wonder,

Because I don't recognise her.

She looks so...

So happy,

It obviously can't be me,

Because I'm broken,

I'm devastated.

I'm nothing, like the girl staring back at me.

But as I continue to look beyond the smile I can see more,

She looks so tired,

Like she has had many restless nights,

The bags beneath her eyes, only represent the amount of times she has been crying lately.

I continue to stare at this person staring back at me,

I continue to stare beyond the smile,

Her hair, it's such a mess,

Her smile, it's fake,

This girl, is me...

This girl, is just pretending,

Pretending to be something she isn't,

Pretending to be happy.

This girl I didn't recognise,

Is me.

This girl faking a smile,

Pretending to be happy is me.

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Dedicated to janxreid