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She looked through the glass

Studying the person who stared back at her

She blinked owlishly, cocking her head in perplexity

This girl had changed, changed almost too much to recognize

 

Gone were the colorful t-shirts, the well-worn sneakers

Gone was the slightly frizzy brown hair

just long enough to put in a ponytail

All gone

 

In their places were candy-colored sweaters, designer skinny jeans

Shoulder-length, straight blonde hair framed a face

whose freckles were neatly concealed by foundation

Gone was the tattered black backpack, in its place a pink purse

 

She looked through the glass

Remembering seeing the girl before

Sitting in the lunchroom, laughing with her friends

Crying alone, the ‘friends’ nowhere in sight

Smiling bravely, striding out to meet the world

Laughing in the arms of one boy one night

Smiling and snuggling close to another the next

Changed

She remembered

Seeing the girl before she changed

Smiling, happy to be with her one best friend

Her one true friend

Reaching out, crying, when that friend was gone

 

She saw

The glimmery pink lipgloss, the tight pink sweater

denim miniskirt, black leggings and Uggs

Bag carefully carelessly over one shoulder

 

A tear left the girl’s eye

For what was lost, what would never be

 

She saw one on the other girl’s face too

 

And realized

 

The glass was a mirror...

 

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<p>&nbsp;</p><p align="center">What is evil, and what is good?</p><p align="center">Are they opposites, or similar?</p><p align="center">Moreover, what do they look like?</p><p align="center">Is good blameless and sweet?</p><p align="center">Is evil dark and menacing?</p><p align="center">If you saw them, what would you see?</p><p align="center">Would good be an elf child, peering up with innocent eyes?</p><p align="center">Would evil be a vampire, hypnotic and darkly appealing?</p><p align="center">Or would good and evil switch?</p><p align="center">If they switch, good would be a &ldquo;blessing in disguise&rdquo;</p><p align="center">sent to &ldquo;teach you a lesson.&rdquo;</p><p align="center">While evil would be &ldquo;sly trickery&rdquo;</p><p align="center">to &ldquo;lure you to wickedness.&rdquo;</p><p align="center">Some say that both assume different forms</p><p align="center">to complete their work all the better.</p><p align="center">While others say that those are merely delegates</p><p align="center">sent to perform others&rsquo; duties.</p><p align="center">If you do not hate evil, is it still evil?</p><p align="center">If you do not love good, is it still good?</p><p align="center">Are their identities their natures,</p><p align="center">Or how people react to them?</p><p align="center">If people do good, will they be good?</p><p align="center">Or is humanity essentially evil?</p><p align="center">Is that why we are obsessed with being good?</p><p align="center">And which does intelligence lie under?</p><p align="center">Good, for bettering yourself?</p><p align="center">Or evil, for challenging what you have been told?</p><p align="center">What is the extension of good?</p><p align="center">What are the limits of evil?</p><p align="center">Do even they understand?</p><p align="center">No one knows.</p><p align="center">No one ever will.</p><p align="center">Will they?</p>

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