Why.

Here’s a bit of poetry for y’all based off true events! Hope you enjoy :)

Her face is in my reflection.

As I put on my makeup, I see her.

Behind her are the voices. Those. Voices.

Their whispers haunt me. Surround me. Enclose me.

I look into her eyes, expecting comfort.

She just stares.

I throw on some makeup

Maybe she’ll care if I look good

If I do my hair

She might think I’m pretty.

I get onto the bus.

I see her in every window

Every stranger

Is that her?

But to my dismay,

Every time is the same.

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