She

She's mean and always angry
She's heartless and bitchy too.
But more than anything else,
She's misunderstood.

She's insecure and embarrassed.
She's nervous and often ashamed
She wants to control her actions
She wishes so much she could change.

She knows they shouldn't phase her,
The words that cut like knives.
She's tried to just ignore them,
But the truth, it stings like ice.

She's aware that she isn't perfect,
She knows she'll never be close.
She wants to accept who she's grown to be
Before more people dampen her hopes.

I see her every day in the mirror.
Most days I'd like to smash the glass.