What´s wrong whit the girl in the mirror?
Why is she crying?
Her tears is running slowly down on her face and makeing her face wet.
She stands like petrify.
Stirring on her self.
Her eyes is telling me what she thinking.
A tear is falling down and brake on the floor. Like glas.
She have scars on her arms.
Scars who telling me that she need help.
Some kids is running forward her.
One of them push her.
And she´s falling.
And brake on the floor. Like glas.
She was the girl of glas.
Beautiful and unusable like a rose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it sounds like a little like bloodly mary stories, this is nice