The mirror…

Nobody knew what she wanted…she didn’t know what she wanted…came up with these crazy dreams of bein’ a Hollywood movie star…used to stay in her room all evenin’ starin’ into the mirror…recitin’ speeches…a long list of thank you’s spoken out on cold rainy days…haze in her room made it look like a black and white film…she thought she was Betty Davis…or Gloria Swanson…never quite knew who she was…

And she’d stare into that mirror and put on eye liner…brush her long brunette hair…try different dresses on …wanted to see which color went best with her green eyes…her ivory white skin…red lipstick…she’d apply plenty of make-up…try to cover up pimples and blimishes…

Never came out of that room…’cept to go to school…wasn’t her favorite thing to do…didn’t like leavin’ her fantasies behind for the whole day…just wanted to stare into that mirror…that’s all she wanted…

Can’t say that I blame her…

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