I looked into the mirror,
And what I saw looking back,
Was the breaking of a girl,
Her face began to crack.

Her eyes drenched with sorrow,
Her hair a tangled mess,
Her body anxiously shaking,
Wearing a ripped dress.

Her face told the story,
Of the what she had been through,
The death of her innocence,
The ending of her youth.

Her lungs drew in a small breath,
She tried to act ok,
For she knew she could not speak of,
What happened to her that day.

She knew she wouldn’t tell,
About her barbaric sin,
Of how his ridged hands,
Jaded her smooth skin.

I looked into the mirror,
And what I saw looking back,
Was the death of a girl,
Her innocence fully cracked.

Though her life had just begun,
Her world had reached its end,
And to those around her,
She was forced to pretend.

She could not understand,
Why he choose to do this,
She was at the cliff of evil,
Looking into the abyss.


So she drew her conclusion,
Of the night of her assault,
For if she couldn’t understand his reason,
It must have been her fault.

I looked into the mirror,
And what I saw looking back,
Was the shell of a girl,
Her happiness now cracked.

With the words of her rapist,
Now ringing in her head,
She repeats to the mirror,
All the poisonous things he said.

She repeats them day and night,
And now that it’s a pattern,
She believes what she says,
Unable to discern his voice from hers.

I looked into the mirror,
And what I saw looking back,
Was the shadow of a girl,
Autonomy she now lacked.

Her body was not hers,
But there for others to use,
Since she couldn’t stop him,
She accepted the abuse.

I look into the mirror,
And what I see in its cracks,
Is an empty void of pain,
For an identity I now lack