A very conceited teenage girl is in her bathroom getting ready for school and she doesn’t know it but her mirror is telling her what she really thinks of her. You walk into this bathroom day in and day out as if you are queen of the world with your bouncy blonde locks and your big brown eyes, prancing around as if you were a Barbie, but I know your aren’t. You’re an inconsiderate, self-centered brat and everyone acts as if they like you but they don’t. Does it always have to be about you? You confide in me and try to convince yourself that you are the best of the best but once again, I know you aren’t. You are worthless and a coward. You can’t even face the real you. Running and hiding behind your fake life is all you know. I despise looking at your face day after day with your charlatan ways. Your smile, your voice and your personality are nothing but a big show you put on for an audience you call friends. I HATE YOU You simply disgust me I can’t stand anything you do or say. Your voice makes my stomach queasy and my head throb with an unbearable pain. Your presence makes me want to jump out of this mirror and strangle you. Nothing annoys me more than how you act like everything is just perfect and dandy, when you know in reality its eating you alive. Why do you act like this? Why can’t you be yourself? You’re unbelievably fake Your counterfeit and you think nobody can see but everyone can see right through you. You’re completely transparent. People know your dirty little secret. I mean honestly, did you really think you covered it up that well? Oh, are those tears I see rolling down those rosy little cheeks (concerned face)? They are aren’t they? Well cry me a right will you It’s just now starting sink into that little brain of your that you aren’t Mrs. Susie Sunshine? (Grins devilishly) Honey I have some news for you, you never were and never will be. Sit there and cry all you want, no one will care. No one is home to comfort you. You really don’t have any friends to call do you? No, I didn’t think so. The thing is, you used to not bother me. In fact I kind of used to like listening to you but then you started to morph into something totally different. Your ego couldn’t fit your head anymore and you started acting as if someone died and made you the number one Diva. Not only had the inner you changed, your look began to as well. The make up you paint your face with makes you look like a clown. Your hair is so stiff from the product that nothing could move it. I don’t know who it was but they must have told you a huge hand full of lies. Someone should find them and let them know the monster they created. Making you believe you were better than everyone else. (Laughs to self) Now that is just pure comedy right there I might say Are you still crying? (Questioned face) It must be hitting you harder than I thought it would. I’m actually starting to feel some remorse for the things I’ve been saying. Is it effecting you that much? I’m sorry. Please stop crying You are a good person honest. You’re a nice girl, I swear. You were never cruel to anyone you just wanted to impress them that’s all. I shouldn’t have been so rude and vicious but I couldn’t help it. Please just stop crying I’ll never talk bad about you again What is that your grabbing for? Oh no, put that down You know that’s no the answer to your problems. Please, please put it down NO OH GOD NO I messed up. I made a mistake. I pushed her to far. I’m sorry.