• I stand here, looking at this mirror.
    I say to myself, "This is not I, who is this."
    Sighing, I behold the longing of a reflection I am able to see.
    I cannot stand to look at myself and not know who I am.
    I wish to know, I long to no longer wait.
    But that is what I mus do, wait.

    How can I wait, I wish to see my true self.
    The fool that falls for a man as soon as she lays her eyes on him.
    The long awaited truth on who I am.
    I cannot wait any longer.
    The Envy of this beauty is no longer what I am.

    It won't be long..
    I hope....

    Sitting there, the wait continues.
    I mess with my dress, holding it in a small ball, only to go to the mirror.
    Looking in it again.
    I do not see me, I see another girl.
    This person is not me!

    Out of anger I thrash against the reflection, only to brake what I longed for.
    I am me and only me.
    I cannot change who I am.
    Even if it does kill me.
    The shattered glass covered in my own crimson.
    Dripping ever so slowly onto my wrist and down my pasty arm.
    Only to drip on the green grass below.

    My dress soon is covered, making me lay down on the ground.
    I had fainted.
    The loss of blood had only made me fall.
    Slowly, I die, waiting for my true self.
    Finding it soon after I die.
    How could this happen.
    I shall, or you shall never know..