The Darkest Hour

I see a girl in the mirror
She has a tall figure and short, black, curly hair
She has dark eyes and tan skin
Her glasses slipping off the edge of her nose
Her lips fixed in a happy smile
She looks at me with a twinkle in her eyes

I look back at her
We stare at each other for a minute
I think She looks just like me

But the girl in the mirror
Is only an empty shell
A model for others to see
She’s Energetic, Eccentric, Enthusiastic
Outspoken, Bold and always Cheerful
She doesn’t care what people think of her
and she doesn’t have a care in the world

But as the girl looks into my eyes
and peeks through the window to my soul
She sees right through me, like I’m made of glass
She can see the girl that only comes out
in the darkest hour of the night

a girl that sometimes cries
and hears everything they say about her
a thoughtful, quiet, and observant girl
a girl that loves Beethoven and Shakespeare
A girl that thinks and writes to much
and doesn’t get much sleep
For she only shines in the darkest hour