Mirrors - Poem by Karla Glover
Looking at this face,
This face that everyone calls beautiful,
All I see is a hurt girl,
Messed up and bruised
Crying and bleeding.
But who's to blame?
Who took this gorgeous girl and hurt her?
Who crushed her dreams and ruined love for her for forever?
Who told her all those painful things?
Not the mirrors,
They just reflect what you did
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