I Am Depressed

Mirror... I have a mirror in my room that is big enough for me to see my entire face. But when i look into the mirror, it is not my face i see. I see someone that looks so broken and defeated. She loos like if you touch her, she would break into a million pieces. I never knew how someone so young could look so old. Her eyes look like they have so many stories and so much pain behind them just screaming for someone, anyone to hear them. The bags under her eyes are still visible under her foundation and the cracks in her face are ones that can never be repaired. Everything looks so perfect on the outside. According to everyone, she's "beautiful." But there are scars that will never heal. Nightmares that can never be undone. Everyday she sits in front of that mirror and stares into it as if she is searching for something, some from of perfectness that everyone else claims to see, but she clearly sees the opposite. She sees a battered soul. Someone who has been turned inside out. She is vulnerable this way. She will let people take advantage of her until she is completely useless to them and they move on to someone else. She knows what its like to be destroyed. She goes through it everyday.