Mirror Mirror

She looks through the glass and all she can see is a ray of beautiful smudges.
From hurt, from pain, from mistakes and choices that have left her with too many grudges.
She can see a honest reflection of a woman who is too out spoken
She rises up to protect those she loves, yet she always ends up broken.
She is a warrior, a soldier, a mother, a lover, when she defends she fights hard.
She will give her all, until the mirrior falls, until she bears the scars from the broken shards that will rise up to stab her heart
If only the mirror was a nicer place that glows happiness through its crooked cracks.
But life has stolen what she has rightfully earned and is too cruel to just give it back.
Mirror Mirror on the wall can you see through this girl at all? 
The more she stares into your world the less she thinks shes beautiful. ???

-The poem i wrote that tells the world of unspoken things, that tells the world of broken things.