Oh Girls
She peers up at a featureless face
Instead of eyes, she finds persecution
In the place of a mouth, there is hate
Jealousy resides in the spot a nose should be
There is fear, not freckles
Dark secrets, not dimples
She beholds anger instead of eyebrows
Pain screams out from behind a mask
This is what she sees
She knows the world perceives the face differently
She is aware they detect nothing of what she does
But when the girl looks in the mirror,
This is what she sees.
