The girl through the looking glass  Look there through the looking glass, there lies a girl mad as a hatter. Look at her eyes how sad they are, you want you dry her eyes as she cries, but you mustn't touch her so the moment dies. Her life a haze of bright clutter and dark clatter on her arms lie scars unseen but what's the point of noticing if you don't know what they mean. Ask her but do not touch because she's been hurt way to much. A victim of her own isolation due to a bad experience on more than one occasion. Her hands that create life on a page helps her lose herself in the life she's grown to hate. In her deepest pain in her weakest hour in her darkest night she is lovely. Look there through the looking glass, there lies a girl strong and brave, beautiful she'll steal your heart with a single gaze. If ever you have a chance to steal hers take it or it will haunt you for the rest of your days. Mystery and subtlety are her ways along with humor and love, frustration and rage, her mind searches for words she will never say her heart aches with concerns she will never pray. Careful you don't upset her be kind in the things you say for beauty such as this is so often freighted away. Her beauty is far beyond physical, it lives in her smile her speech, her laugh, her awkward conversations, her breathing her pleading. It lives in the feel of her hands, the passion of her kiss, her sweet embrace. It lives in her compassion, her wisdom, her determination, her grace. Her beauty lives in her magnificence. Look there through the looking glass, there lies a girl beaten and battered, Used and abused, nerves frayed heart torn, spirit broken and mind destroyed, her problems people have tried to avoid. When she cries dry her eyes, tell her the truth because she's been told so many lies. Whisper softly in her ears soothe the pain she's felt for 17 years. Show her kindness and patience calm her fears make sure she's always ok, above all show her love so she's never confused about why you're here or why you've stayed, remind her everyday that it's her, that she is the reason you stay. At the end of each and everyday act this way. Don't leave her guessing if you care, make for certain she knows you will always be there.  Look there through the looking glass, there lies a girl that is all to real. She  is very shy and one day she will die. On that day I believe even God will cry. So until that day remember the things I have said and the things you have read. Go on everyday as if that dreadful day was a second away.                                                                                                                 For dymond