As I study my reflection
I see a little girl so sad
A grown woman who tried
And a person who's half mad
If only I could reach her
I'd dry her every tear
Tell her I've known her trials
And show her I'm still here
She's staring back at me
As if there's something left to say
We've had this conversation
She just tells me to go away
I'm only a constant reminder
Of who and what she's become
I know her pain and secrets
And where they all came from
©S. Austin Vincoski
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