stretch me

I wash my face and past three times over - and I try over. Water drips off of my face and onto the small carpet next to the sink. I see emptiness in the mirror looking back at me with her cold eyes. I see the world in the mirror, and her same eyes demand answers from me. I turn away.

I have tried to shield myself from your words, but they wound me. I am not enough. These battle grounds cry for peace.