“The girl in the mirror” By Marie Wolf
She looks back, with her smiling green eyes.
Everyone says she’s pretty, even the boys.
Yet, half the time, she’s a lie to all.
Beneath the skin, can you see him?
Can you see the boy with the sad eyes?
When she wears pink, he dresses in black,
When she smiles, he screams in silence.
She pretends the beasts are just children stories,
He longs to run in the night with them.
She’s a peacemaker and peace-keeper,
He’s ready to kill if needed be.
For now she’s having all the fun,
At the centre of the stage of their lives.
But maybe will come a day
When he will refuse to hide away.
If that day comes,
There won’t be a girl in the mirror any more.