She sits in her chair
Clad in the gray underwear
The left side with a tear

Peers into the mirror
But not into her eyes
She can't handle them today

Today she knows they are fire
They are wild as a stallion
They are dangerous, untamed

Mystery lurks beneath their glaze
Shielded beneath two dark pupils
Engulfed by two dark irises

She doesn't want to face her truth
She doesn't want to look into them
And see their beauty
If that's what they conceal

She doesn't need to know who she is
Or where she is going
Or especially where she came from

She doesn't know who will be staring back at her

If she looks into that mirror
And into those eyes

Will she see the same girl sitting on her chair
Dressed in gray underwear with a hole on the left
Staring back at her with the same battered expression?