Mirror Mirror

Staring into my bathroom mirror can be a daunting task. I ask myself, "Mirror, mirror, who's looking back at you?" The reflection shows someone hurt, broken, tormented, mistreated, and left behind. The mirror holds my past, my fears, and the pain deep inside. The abuse I suffered still haunts me, inflicted by four who took my innocence. Every day, my fragile heart suffers. No one understands my actions. I beg the mirror to set me free, help me heal, see my worth, and live. As the mirror shatters, I plead once more for healing and self-discovery. It's hard to piece together the broken mirror, as it reminds me of the broken child I once was. But now, as an adult, I vow to protect that child and rebuild her. I promise to never let her feel broken again.