Surrounded by mirrorrs that hold all these faces I can only find one that will take me with it... Broken and falling to pieces shattered and scattered across the floor.... I gaze intently, deeply till I see what all I was looking for.... Drained from the beginning of the week to the end, a lovely vision of nothing.... Long hair of red/brown,hazel eyes that change in anger, gleaming red from tears washed over.... Hurt by those who dont understand, yet she cant understand herself... Confused, awkward and tired of this old worn down place, old mind trapped within a young soul... Stubburn and unwilling to let go of her life she cowers in silence from the shadows of the unknown... The harsh reality is that this horrid deformed face in the mirror is my own....