Staring into the mirror,
Looking at your reflection knowing it is staring right back at you. 
Taunting you. 

It points and laughs. A wicked laugh at that. 
The kind of laugh that haunts you at night. 
You cannot escape it. 

You are sitting on floor, head down, hands over your face. 
You look up at the girl on the other side - - 
Grinning and evil grin as your tears hit the floor. 

The girl on the other side of the mirror is the girl who picks on you.
She is the boy who bullies you. The teacher who yells at you.
The parents who are not there for you. 

You cry out in anger -- Throwing everything in site. 
All the voices are playing over in your head. 
The many words that were said. 

"Ew look at her, why is she wearing that."
"She won't succeed in life, she'll be on the streets"
"Let's just push her to the ground, it's ok, it'll be funny"

Those are not even the worst. 
You are told far worst on a daily basis. 
You know no one cares; that no is there. 

You cry out in shear pain. 
Longing for the love, attention and affection that you so rightly deserve. 
You just want to be heard but you know deep down, no one will listen. 

You just look into the mirror. 
She is back to taunting you. 
Laughing an evil laugh, grinning a wicked grin. 
 

She has won the fight, 
But the battle has just begun. 
You do not let her win. 

You get up.
Looking into her evil, blazing red eyes and say
"You can no longer hurt me or beat me up. I am perfect in everway. I am me"

And with those final words, 
The girl on the other side of the mirror is no longer whole but in a million pieces. 
She no longer has to deal with the torment of the girl in mirror.