She looked at it with pure disgust

It was a nightmare, a being that deserved no love

Everytime she looked at it she screamed with frustration

It copied her movements perfectly without hesitation

One day she was bold and touched the being

Only to realize it was her reflection she was seeing

In anger and pain she broke the mirror

In such a rage the glass had cut her fingers

The next day she was made fun of in the hall

They called her a nightmare, a freak who deserved no love at all

But as the days progressed their voices disappeared

And when she looked into the glass shards everything became clear

She saw a girl who had been through much pain and before could not see

Who had been blindfolded and in her ear was whispered what to believe

Slowly piece by piece the mirror was fixed

Now when she sees her reflection she looks with a grin