The Girl in the Mirror"

I. The Quiet Arrival
She came into this world not with a roar,
But a whisper folded in a lullaby.
Eyes like stormclouds yet to form,
A softness only silence could define.
In a cradle of gentle hopes, she lay,
Unaware of the battles waiting beyond day.

II. The Girl with Ribboned Hair
Pigtails tied with fraying pink lace,
A gap-toothed smile, dirt on her knees.
She built castles with broken sticks,
Danced in puddles and climbed tall trees.
She named the stars and called them friends,
She thought the sky would never end.

But somewhere behind the giggling sound,
A shadow tiptoed across the ground.

III. The Bruises No One Saw
At school, she wore long sleeves in June,
Said it was cold, though summer sang.
She stared too long at empty space,
Flinched at every sudden bang.
They called her quiet, shy, or odd—
But never wondered why she was flawed.

Behind closed doors, she learned to fake
A smile, for everyone else's sake.

IV. First Love, First Break
Then came a boy with a crooked grin,
Who said she was “different, in a good way.”
He traced poems on her skin with lies,
Then left without a word one day.
She searched the silence for his name,
Blamed herself, shouldered the shame.

A heart so young, too soft to bleed,
Now learned how pain could plant its seed.

V. The Storm Inside
She cried in bathrooms, bit her lip,
Let mascara run like rain.
Her reflection looked like a stranger’s face,
Half-mad with love, half-drunk on pain.
She painted on her warpaint smile,
And said she’d be okay in a while.

But deep within her aching chest,
The hurricane would never rest.

VI. The World’s Demands
They told her:
“Be smart, but not too smart—
No one likes a girl who knows too much.”
“Be pretty, but natural—
Fake girls are easy to judge.”
“Be strong, but sweet—
Don’t be loud. Be neat.”

She learned to shrink, to dim her fire,
To live beneath the world’s desire.

VII. The Breakdown
She broke once in the middle of a mall,
Collapsed among bags and staring eyes.
Couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak—
The weight of years had split the skies.
Paramedics came; she laughed through tears,
“I guess I’ve been holding back for years.”

They didn’t know that behind her skin,
She fought a war she'd never win.

VIII. Rebirth in Quiet Places
She found healing not in noise,
But in the hush between her thoughts.
She started writing letters to herself,
Forgiving all the love she’d lost.
In broken journals, she made peace
With scars that begged for their release.

She learned that even fractured wings
Can feel the wind and learn to sing.

IX. The Woman She Becomes
She now walks like she owns the air,
Not because it was gifted—but earned.
She grew from seeds of buried pain,
In every heartbreak, she discerned
A strength she didn’t know she held—
A soul that would not be compelled.

She doesn't beg to be understood.
She only asks to be seen as good.

X. The Mirror Speaks Back
Now she stands before the glass—
No makeup, no shame, no pretense.
And the girl in the mirror, once afraid,
Now stares back with fierce defense.
“You are still here,” she softly says,
“After all the loveless yesterdays.”

She touches the face once lost in tears,
And sees a girl who survived the years.
I held your name like breath at dawn,
A fragile thing that won’t stay long.
The silence now is not quite peace—
It’s just the place where you’re not seen.

Each memory a fading thread,
Still warm, though all the words are dead.
If missing you were something small,
I’d bury it—
But it’s my all.
Final Lines
She was never just a fragile thing,
Though the world mistook her for one.
She is storms and sunrises mixed in flesh,
She is the moon after the sun is gone.
And though she walks with wounds beneath,
Her soul still sings through broken teeth.

This is the girl the world tried to bend—
But she rose like fire, in the end.

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