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When I look in the mirror, I see a girl. She has short dark hair and light ivory skin Her eyes are green in the soft light but brown in fluorescents Her smile is radiant but behind it is mystery Her worry lines are nonexistent because her worries lie within This girl is young and beautiful She is tall and tone Her expressions prove she has been loved and hurt It says she has lived a hard and happy life. When I look in the mirror, this girl smiles back at me. Her perfect teeth and twinkling eyes hide something untraceable This girl seems devious yet friendly. Her past seems to not dim her future, With just one look she makes you fall for her. With a slight smile, she makes you believe in her This girl’s appearance seems to cover her true personality When I look in the mirror, I see a girl But I do not really know this girl. She is a stranger and, after everything, she scares me. My heart and mind are not my own anymore. They run according to their own will. I am just the host that they need to fulfil their life’s mission, whatever that is. I walk about fulfilling the role of a human being and it seems to be working, but all the while inside I know that I am just a puppet for my heart and mind to control. People smile I smile back, they laugh and I laugh with them. They think that it is a real person talking to them, but really I am just a puppet on invisible strings, who is fulfilling every command of the puppeteers command with each pull of the strings. My eyes are vacant and have no life in them. My pain is covered with a fake smile. My screams cannot be heard even though it feels like I am screaming at the top of my lungs. I cannot fight for love, happiness, or even life because I have no control over my own life. I am my heart and minds slave. I cannot find my freedom from their grasp without destroying myself. My life is in their hands and can be lost forever with one tug on the strings. So now I cry out one last time for help before it is too late. Does it help' Does anyone see the pain, hear the cries, or feel the fear around me' Am I now a lost cause and if I am where am going to go or do that my heart has planned for me' I am just a puppet for my heart and mind, but one day I will be free and when I am I will never be their slave again. I will be me and then I will take my skills to a higher level, making myself known to the world.