I looked at her dirty messed up hair.
I looked at her bloody dress.
I looked at her shaking hands.
I looked at her fake smile.
I looked at her teary eyes.

I saw her pain.
I saw her problems.
I saw how everyone left her.
I saw how she cried alone in the dark.
I saw her pretending that everything was alright and fine.

I felt her anger.
I felt her fear.
I felt her sadness.
I felt EVERYTHING.

I saw her.
I felt her.
I was her and she was me.
She wasn't real, but I was.

She was just a REFLECTION.

I could not look at her anymore and so I destroyed the mirror standing infront of me.

© Lnka