When I wake up,

come back from school,

prepare to go outside,

and even before bed

I stare at the same mirror

that remains in my room

What do I see in the mirror?

It causes me to stare at it

with a smile

and hidden melancholy in my eyes

A girl.

That is what I see.

She was shot down

so many times

but her family and friends all pulled her back up.

She has gone through so much

in both reality and mentally

but she doesn’t want to give up

But who is she exactly?

I don’t know.

You tell me.