The Girl in the Mirror

Her face full with such an undeniably beautiful, angelic and innocent face.

Her hazel eyes full of wonder and beauty as well as happiness.

Her hair was a natural brunette. It almost glowed that it was so dark; meaning how shiny it really was and beautiful in it loose natural and voluminous curls down her back with a few pieces framing her face. She had a light spatter of freckles on her nose and cheeks that was only visible if you leaned right into her face. 

I looked her up and down in the mirror. She is reasonable short  and rather slender with a curve here and there. Her skin was tanned; no, her skin was pale yet with a nice ivory tone to it. The glow was natural and beautiful. You could say she was the face of beauty. 

But in truth, the girl wasn't truly beautiful. She had been through so much that the beauty that once shown inside of her was gone. Now, all she had left is the happy memories of her past. One the inside, she was broken, hurt and bruised. 

I am broken, hurt and bruised. Maybe not on the outside, on the inside is where all my pain lies. Unseen yet still noticed by me; maybe by others if they bothered to glance my way. Maybe they do, I never notice anymore. I could careless about the way people see me. 

All I ever cared about is how I see myself or how I use to see me at least.