Same person, two different views. Sometimes we should just believe to what people tell us about ourselves, cut some slack to our delicate soul.

Her reflection looked back at her

With the same deep blue eyes that never rest

She wore the same clothes; had the same hair style

Same height, weight, shape

But her reflection, though so alike

Looked at her in a way she had never seen herself

And probably couldn't ever

She saw honesty, covered with a coat of sarcasm

For protection

She saw compassion, hidden behind harshness

To stay safe

She saw love

Love for others;

Friends, family, strangers

Tons of love, this she did not spare

But to love herself

This she wouldn't dare.  

The End

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