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Anastasia24
Honorary SoulCyster

Posts: 98
From:Kenosha, WI USA
Registered: Jan 2002
posted 01-16-2002 05:02 PM


As I wipe down the glass, the steam begins to subside,
I look at the mirror
and stare blankly inside.
I can't seem to smile at the girl that I see.
She has a sad expression on her face,
and she looks a lot like me.
She wraps her terrycloth robe around her to dry,
but pauses and lightly touches her stomach
while a tear dampens her eye.
For a moment a child?s laughter echoes in her ears.
Then it fades away quickly,
as she tries to suppress her fears.
Water drips down her face as she takes her brush in her hand.
With every stroke she has less hair
than when she began.
She looks down at the counter and it?s bottles of pills.
She?s so young but she feels like
she?s been dragged through the mill.
She looks up again and our eyes meet once more.
Her face looks more sad and scared
than it had looked before.
I can?t seem to smile at this girl that I see.
She?s weeping now,
and she looks an awful lot like me.