She was haunted.
But not by ghosts or apparitions;
She was haunted by the image
of who people thought that she should be.

When she looked in the mirror,
Who was it she saw looking back?
Was it who her parents thought she should be?
Was it who the world told her she should be?
Was it who her friends thought she was?
The mirror in the image turned dark.
She looked away.

Then she had a thought -
A still small voice whispered in her head.
"Be the real you"
She smiled, and turned to look into the mirror -
And there she was.

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