In the Mirror
By Victoria, age 17, New York
I blast the music and close the shutters as I sit here looking at myself in the mirror, crying with makeup smearing, regretting the person I've become because of you. I just sit here staring at myself, wishing everything could be different. My crying gets louder and my tears move quicker, makeup flowing and the mirror breaking into pieces as how I broke after you left me. What have I become? My heart is broken, my mind always drifting, my soul dying a little day by day. All I do is scream inside, trying to get over this feeling, trying to get over this anguish, trying to get over you. But there's nothing I can do anymore because I've tried, and it's made me even weaker. So I can't help but sit here in the dark, crying, holding the mirror in my hand, feeling a bit of myself drowning in my tears. There's nothing I can do anymore because I've simply given up.