A mass of broken bones,
I was once finer.
Been damaged, wounded, hurt,
Broken like a china.
A bundle of conflicting emotions
Battling with thyself.
Who am I?
Can’t recognize myself.
With layers and layers of foundation and powder,
I’m smooth as porcelain and have kept the cracks under.
My story is safe now;
No one would know.
They can’t see my tears now;
No, they wouldn’t show.
This girl I am, she isn’t me.
There’s a girl in the mirror;
She kind of looks like me.
So dainty and perfect;
I wonder how that could be.
Appraising her Bambi eyelashes and superstar smile,
I compare it to my odd and uncoordinated style.
Looking like a thousand and one sparky personalities,
I don’t think she’s being smothered by nerves and uncertainties.
She looks composed and all put together.
I bet nothing could faze or send her toppling over.
Like a flash I glimpse a sad glint dash across her eyes.
Do mirrors tell lies?