MirrorsI looked at myself today, just how I look at myself any day. But today, I saw her look back.Mirrors
The woman in the mirror, her eyes bore into my soul. She pleads for help; her eyes pools of blue sadness. The Inside was screaming out, but The Outside is stuffing her back in.
I only see The Inside in mirrors. Not when I throw my hair up for work in the reflection of a window, not when I check to make sure my bobby-pins are in place, or to check if something is in my teeth. Only when I stop and stare; When she puts lead in my soles and makes me wait in front of the reflec
