The girl


She remembered the storm.
How there was a swirl of emotions.
How she was called everything in the book of wrong.
How she was to scared to look at herself in the mirror,
because she didn't want to see if those words were true.
She didn't want to prove them right.
That she doesn't belong here.
Who would want to feel like that?
Who would want to think like that?
But that's all she knew.
So that's what she became.
The person who everyone wanted to be around.
The person who thought they were beautiful.
But...she didn't.
She still didn't think she was worth it.
Because every time she saw her reflection, she didn't know who was staring back.

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