You Are Not What You See

Looking in the mirror I see,

I see a girl who takes pills,

who has scars up and down her arms,

who has permenant tear streaks on her pale face.

Looking at me you see, 

you see a girl who is afraid of her own voice,

who believes that she is worthless,

who is too tired to fight back anymore. 

Looking at you I see,

I see people who are happy,

who seem to float through life without care,

who hide their issues better than me.

Looking at the broken mirror I realize, 

I am more than my flaws,

I am stronger than my past,

I am better than my fears. 

Look at me now. 

Head up, eyes forward, short sleeves on.

I do not feel the need to hide. 

I have struggled, I have cried.

I admit, I have my flaws.

But they are what make me. 

They make me, 

Flawless.