Reflection

Who is she?
That girl in my reflection.
Is she me?
Those broken eyes,
covered with such fake happiness,
all built by lies.
That crooked smile,
that took so much effort.
Just to last a little while.
That guilty laugh,
so forched and fake.
In the laughter she is sad.
Is it true?
That girl staring at me...
I can see straight through.
She's broken and beaten,
sad and alone.
She's already given in.
Yet she survives each day,
letting the words slip out..
"I'm okay."