And now, when I look into the mirror,
All I see is a doubtful girl with a tentative expression, almost doll-like,
Staring back at me.
Now, when I look into the mirror, I get very confused, for that girl, has tears, welling up inside her eyes,
When I put my own hand to my own eyes,
I realised how deceiving mirrors are,
I didn’t want to be that girl,
Looking back at me.
~ PART I