The girl inside the mirror

There I stand in front of the mirror

contemplating the reflection I see

At times I thought she was a stranger

But then I realized she was still me

The image I see is of a weary soul

haggard and faint from the weight of the world

On her shoulders she lifted years and eons

Of pain and hurt yet she had to move on

There she was the girl inside the mirror

The shell of the one who once was

The hurt child behind the mask of a villain

Perfecting her evil social stance