a poem written by Tammy Phillips
When she looked in the mirror
All she saw was a face
Misunderstood,
Forever misplaced.
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Miss Plain Jane,
An open book,
Yet no one even bothered
To take a look.
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Her ambitions shot down
By broken arrows
With no faith in her,
Not a care if she hurt.
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All she wanted
Was to be accepted,
Someone to help
Get her dreams resurrected.
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Had she known me,
Would things be different?
Would her fate not have been
So terribly wicked?
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Had she known me,
Would she have slit her wrists
And laid herself down
To an eternal rest?
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I wish I was there
In her mirror
To let her know
That at least I cared
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Whether she lived,
Whether she died,
Whether she laughed,
Whether she cried.
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I wish I was there
In her mirror
To tell her that
It wasn’t her time.
The Amulet 