I want to be pretty

Her eyes are looking at me.

As I look back,

I see the pain.
The feeling of despair

is so evident,

but no one else seems to notice.
I can see her anguish,

her suffering it is almost too much to bear.
She is trapped in a world in which no one understands.

She is fighting to survive;
each day is harder than the day before.

Why doesn't anyone else see this?
I want to help her,

but I feel restricted by some unknown force.
Her pain is so overwhelming.

I'm still looking into her eyes,
I can't turn from them.

They are so foreign yet so for familiar!
I can feel her anguish,

the pain takes hold and will not release me
it pulls me into this empty void.

This terrible reality which is her world!
A world she cannot relinquish herself from.

Finally, I am able to blink my eyes,
and she is still looking back at me in the mirror.