Emma W - Suicide Prevention Month Submission
When I look in the mirror, I see a girl,
One that resembles me fairly well.
She hides her face behind her hair,
She's silent, she looks at me, full of despair,
She quickly mimics my moves.
Her sore eyes are worn down by words
And all the tears they have conjured.
She knows how to play her part,
She smiles back at me,
Longing for something- someone to fill her heart.
Her eyes, they’re empty, she’s grown up to fast.
And as she stares at me, she slowly takes off her mask,
I see the true her that so little get to see,
I stare at her for a second,
This girl, she is me.