Shattered reflections of the girl she hated scattered around her. No matter which direction she looked they all surrounded her. Each little piece of glass she found something new she hated. Each one she numbered to remind her of all her insecurities. Her hair, her dull eyes, the lifeless expression she wore, and many things she pointed out. The girl in the mirror turned to the girl in the broken mirror. All she could see is someone she wished she wasn’t. Sitting in the dimly lit room in the middle of the broken reflections was someone fighting to prove herself wrong without the needs of others. Slowly picking the pieces of the broken mirror and putting them back together to be one reflection of that girl. That one reflection of that girl who is cracked and broken. That one reflection of the girl in the mirror.
