a/n: drabble, I do not own the Clique.
There is this girl,
She has everything any one could ever dream of; loyal friends, a totally hot and caring boyfriend, rich parents, and beauty beyond compare. She steals the spotlight every time her long brunette hair, and amber eyes enter a room. Everyone around her envies her, and every guy wants her as their girlfriend. But...
She is crying behind my mirror,
Not everyone sees her tears, because she masks them well. She could never let anyone see her vulnerable, because it would ruin her. She doesn't see herself the way others see her. But..
To me she is a prized pearl,
I know her better than she knows herself. I know the nerdy side of her that she hides to her peers, and how she much rather cozy up to a good book then go to a party any day. I know how much she hates her laugh, but how everyone else thinks it is the cutest laugh they have ever heard. But...
The hurt in her eyes damage my soul,
No amount of make-up she wears could hide the secrets that lay in her eyes. She is hurting, but the world around her has no idea. The world around her will never know her pain. But..
For I know the pain behind those eyes,
She cannot hide her pain from me, because I can feel her pain. I can feel how much it hurts her when no one around her understands her fears or how no one around her truly listens to what she has to say. They all think she dumb. But...
She is so wise yet she is so pained,
None of her friends believe her when she aces all of her tests in every subject, they think she cheats for her good grades. She knows there is so much more to life than who you are in High School, but her peers beg to differ. She lost her way to being a unique individual...she got sucked into popularity. She doesn't think she is pretty as her friends. But...
She is wrapped up chained to the mirror,
Her life has been nothing but showering herself into designer clothes and fancy makeup, that she forgot she has natural beauty too. She got addicted to be the prettiest girl at "BOCD High School" and now her mirror is attached to her everywhere she goes. But...
That is when I realize the girl in the mirror,
Is me...
Massie Block and I have forgotten who I am, because I am too wrapped up in what the world wants me to be that I have forgotten who I want to be. I no longer want to be...
The Girl in the Mirror.
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