She stares, face to face
A piece of glass, no more
Outwardly,it's only an image
The simple refraction of light
Taking the shape of a face she once knew.
Yet she knows better
Mirror Mirror on the wall.
Outside, decorum reigns supreme
A world full of yes ma'ams and no sirs
Inside she screamed for a life of her own making.
Whose the fairest of them all
Wanting remembrance, a place to call her own
A strong foothold is necessary
Though hard to find
Perhaps some day it will come to her.
You are the fairest of them all
Often she has been told she can suceed, do better,fight
And she wants to, but for herself alone.
She finally knows who she is and where she belongs
The face stares back
If only she could step through the looking glass
Where everything is so clear.
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