I stare at the mirror, an ugly face glares back. Her eyes are red from crying, her tears leaving streaks down her cheeks. Her arms are crossed over her chest as if she's holding herself together. I can see the angry red cuts dappling her arms, I feel the scars that can't be seen. Her tears fall heavily down her face and she rubs at them harshly. After glancing up at the mirror and seeing her reddening face she grips her her hair by the roots trying to pull it out of her scalp. Choking sobs escape her mouth and echo off the walls. Falling to the floor she collapses in fetal position and sobs. Three quick raps on the door cause her to snap her mouth shut.
"Honey, are you okay?"
More tears leak from her eyes.
"Yeah, Mommy. I'm fine."
I stand up looking back at the mirror. "This is me, this is who I am." I sniffed and dried my eyes. "I'm okay," I murmer to myself. "Ill be okay."
