That mirror has seen a thousand inward battles.
It has seen a girl learning how to make herself presentable.
A girl trying to decide what armor to put on.
A girl trying to find one thing she likes about herself.
It has seen sobbing, wracking tears as she wonders what she's even worth.
It has seen a million genuine, shining smiles.
It has seen the empty, lost stare of confusion.
Of grief.
It has seen a girl brake into a million pieces.
It has seen her try desperately try to put herself back together.
It has seen her trying to decipher mixed signals and unwind lies.
It watches her fight for sleep on hundreds of different nights.
It watches her startle awake when the nightmares get to be too much.
It watches her wake with a sleepy smile after a sweet dream makes its way in.
It sees her painting on her game face.
Sees her painting on the mask.
Sees her practicing her smile for that perfect moment with that perfect someone.
It watches helplessly as she tears apart her self esteem.
As she picks apart her being.
It has seen trillions of emotions flash across her quiet face.
It's seen dripping tears carry mascara down her face like war paint.
It's seen a dozen tissues try to silence the truth.
It has seen her for who she truly is.
It may be the only one, in all honesty, too see her in her true light.
It has seen how complex she is.
How torn she is between that happy-go-lucky girl and the girl tormented by her past.
It has seen me.
All of me.
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