Staring into the mirror..

When I stare in the mirror, I don't see what you see. 
I see a beaten, broken girl as lonely as could be. 
The shade of hurt and pain takes over her face and this becomes me. 
I wear it so good but it's still ugly. 

When you look at me, what do you see? 
A successful, pretty girl struggling to be 
someone's everything, anyone's something? 
Just trying to figure out who she is and who she could be. 

When I look in the mirror I want to see 
a successful, pretty girl finding the key 
to happiness, life and recovery. 
Leaving the past to be and the future to see. 

When God looks at me, what does He see? 
A child longing for security? 
Hoping, praying, that somebody will take her pain and set her free? 

This, my friends, this is me.