This mirror does not show me.
All I see is a girl, pale as the moonlight,
The ghost of a heart once pure white.
But when I lift my hand, she lifts hers too.
Who is this girl? She's blurred into ash hues.
There's something, though, that screams out loud:
A sparkle in her eye proclaims, "I AM PROUD."
A twitch at her lips, a fourth of a smile
Surfaces from a decade's exile.
A burst of a rainbow, a ray of sunshine,
'I'M GOING TO LIVE," is today's headline.
So now, I finally see me.