Mirrors

Mirrors crack and distort
The images of myself.
I look in this mirror, and
I still see that girl. That whore.
That same one who stood
In front of this mirror
Months ago. I still see her
And I still know her pain.

Yet, something's changed.

I guess, for that, I'm grateful.
I'm grateful that you're there
For me, just for the sake of
Being there for me. Because
You care for me.

Something really has changed.

It isn't the mirror, I don't
Think. It's the new eyes
You gave to me.
The new eyes that finally
Allow me to see.
 
I can see more then just
That darkness. I can see
The light, too. Along with
A smile on the face of the
Girl in the mirror. A smile
That has not looked like this
Since I was young.
Since I was happy.

Something isn't the same.

That girl in the mirror may
Be the same girl, but she's
Okay. And that's what has
Changed. That's the difference
That you've made.
You've made me new eyes
To look into an old mirror
And see me. The real me.