I look in the mirror
This is what I see
A reflection
A reflection of me

I see not only me
But the little girl
Who lives inside of me

She's not very old
Her heart is made of glass
Her eyes are red
Because there are tears

Her heart is breaking
She's not sure what to do
She wants to tell
But she knows no one will understand

Her parents
Well, they used to care
But they are no longer here
They cannot therefore see
What is happening to this little girl

When people do show
That they honestly care
She does not accept it
For fear of being hurt

The little girl
Who lives inside of me
Is no longer seen
There is only the adult me

The adult me
Is torn between
What she wants to do
And what she knows she has to do

Conflict, chaos
Wells up inside
The past is a heavy load to carry
Just want it to go away

Feeling of shame and guilt
Blaming self for events
For situations I put myself in
And situations that just happened

I don't know
If what I have written
Makes sense to anyone but me

There's another part
Of this poem, you see
It's a part that cannot be written
For now, I'll leave it inside of me.