Her reflection she sees
Skin coarse as a rock
Even the mirror can’t conceal
The scars of her life
The bubbly vivacious girl
Suddenly seems so dull
Innocence swapped
With the coat of veracity
A stranger stares
With protruding eyes
Few years she cried
All tears have dried
A mocking song
She hears in despair
A bed of rose couldn’t heal
The pain of thorns
A stranger she sees
And keeps wondering
“Is that me?”
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