That Girl in the Mirror

That girl in the mirror is a friend I used to know.
Now when I look at her, I stare.
She is a stranger.
Sometimes I fear that I will never meet her.
I know that somewhere deep inside of her,
she knows that she is beautiful.
Deep, deep inside.

My mind fills with doubts and judgements.
She is not enough of anything.
She is a continuous work-in-progress.
That girl in the mirror stares back at me with cold eyes.
She is dying to escape from the hell that lies behind the glass.