The Mirror

She stood, just within reach

The masked one, hidden beneath a cloak of imperfection and insecurity

I looked her in the eye and smiled;

She looked back, haunted and pained

By her plight

Flawed, she hastened to look the world eye to eye

Lest it steps on her, casting its judging eye
Hovering a cloud of disdain over her head

So the raindrops that fall turn but into her own tears of sorrow;

Drowning her in an abyss of misery

I looked her in the eye, and walked away from the mirror.