She was neither delicate nor fragile
neither a withering rose was she
That was not in her nature, nor her style
tough was what the world knew her to be
Sometimes the facade wore her out
and into the mirror she looked with tired eyes
she wanted to scream and shout
but there was nobody to hear her cries
In the mirror she sought a friend who cared
so many tears she had shed
so many things she had shared
so many things she had said
The silent mirror consumed it all
It could do neither to sooth her pain
All it did was watch from the wall
desperate for her to smile again
After a while when she was okay again
She put on her disguise, ready to face the world
blocking out the agony and the pain
being once more the tough girl.