I looked in the mirror this morning and saw a little girl.
Her hazel eyes were full of pain and tears began to flow.
She stared at me with deep regret In hopes that I would not forget.
I could not break my trance from her,
The more I stared the more I felt Her emotions come to me.
The pain, the sadness, the abuse, the feelings of helplessness and abandonment.
No one there to help her out.
No One there to love her for who she has become.
Her Self Esteem is non existant, Sex is all men think of when they see her.
Lonely nights spent alone crying herself to sleep.
Long Days spent behind her masks of Disguise, A Mask of innocents and Composure.
Under it all her emotions are chaotic, Still she manages to smile and give all of her kindness.
And as I stared into her Beautifil eyes, It all became clear to me...............
And Tears filled my eyes When I realized that this little girl looking back at me was myself.