look at the girl
standing by the mirror there
standing in the liquid silver moonlight.
she can laught at the word
standing there
even though the knives of life cut deep
into her stained-glass happiness
which shatters at the lightest tough.
she doesn't fear
standing there
even though nightmares come on leathery wings through her window
all she does is catch them in the palm of her hand
and
singing softly
sends them skywards.
she doesn't hurt
standing there
even though the world is an army standing in her way
with daggers and spears pricking her skin.
standing there
she doesn't shy away
her mask is on the floor
infront of the mirror
she can be herself
--Atonal Safetypin-- Community Member 
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