My reflection.

Dark green/crystal eyes stare back at me, filled with hate and anger and saddness. Red, bloody lips from all the bitting out of nervousness and anxiety. Flushed cheeks on such a pale face. Soft, long brown/red hair that has this bedhead look to it. When I look into the mirror all I see is this lost, hopeless, sad girl; that's been through too much for such a young age. I see scares from memories I'll never forget and eyes that have seen the worst. I also see growth and beauty in dark eyes. I see strength and courage for still surviving through all those hard times. Everytime I look in the mirror I might see a broken girl, but I also see one of the strongest.