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Sept. 16, 2004 Room full of mirrors All the same images, of this girl Who is she? Why are there so many of her? This girl with the smiling face A girl with a broken heart A girl with a savage mind The girl with empty eyes All the same image Which one is real Which ones are just a mask Which ones are lying to you Why does this girl say these things How is it she can put on this mask Is she really this mischievous Is she really this happy Is that who you know Do you know the image of the girl in The room full of mirrors Do you only know the reflection Who is she really Is she really happy Is she really so… Do you want to know who this girl is? Will you chance a broken mirror to know her? But that’s what she’s afraid of She’s afraid of you really knowing her The real her, not her reflection If you did know her, the real her Would you leave her with the broken mirror The broken mirror you broke to know that hidden girl Would embrace the real her true self Would you try to know the real her? If you found the real her Past the broken glass Past the broken reflection Would you heal her? Do you want to know the girl Do want to know who she is This girl with the many images In the room full of mirrors, not one real She is…..me The girl with a broken heart The girl with a savage mind The girl with empty eyes ~enigma That girl in the crowd blending in. Smiling, laughing, seeming joyous with the widest grin. Making jokes, poking fun. Friends oblivious to the war she battles inside. In her mind there is a mirror. Like one that reflects the soul. What she sees freezes her mind. She's nothing. Nothing but a shadow. No conscience?...But then how can she laugh with friends that spend time with her. What of the family that had nurtured her? Opening her eyes she's in the crowd. But everything has changed. It's like a room full of mirrors. All the faces the same, they are all blurred, shadowed by someting. All of them blank. But why she asks herself. "Because we are all faceless until you look inside", a voice had said. Closing her eyes she faces that mirror, hearing that faceless shadow speak...She knowes that all this time that she had hidden herself from everyone. Never letting that shadow clear out to be the girl that she knows she is. But eventually that reflection will catch up. From that her true self will burst forth. The mascquarde will always end in one point. A mirror will always eventually break spillng forth the truth of the reflection. ~enigma ------------ About the author Rachelle Ann Ramos: I'm attempting to be an author, at any age writing a book is an amazing feat. But I bet it's harder when your just a highschool freshmen. I have always dreamed about being an author of an inspiring book in which teenagers can relate to. I certainly hope I can get through this let alone highschool. Email: geminiprincess90@cs.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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