She

She's ordinary.

The first time we went to high school, no one knew her.

No one thinks about her for she has nothing special.

She's not popular or famous.

She's very quiet, she hates the crowds.

She has her own world.

She talks to herself, some people just call her "delusional"

She keeps her problems to herself and covers it with a flawless smile.

But sometimes, she can't bear it anymore

And tears will flow down her eyes

everyone asks "What makes you crying?"

She mourns herself for being that pathetic.

If I were her, I would feel very ashamed.

She has her principles.

Whenever she lies, she'd feel uneasy.

She always wants to help someone regardless who the person is.

this is the only part of her that I'm fond of.

She has rules and very strict to it.

Everybody avoids her so they won't be scolded.

Including me.

who on earth wants to get yelled at, anyway?

And in the end, she will feel lonely, again..

She makes mistakes.

She makes too many mistakes, a million sheets won't be sufficient to write them all.

She gets out of control, it's just slipped right out of her hand

Only regrets still remain.

She acts like a boss and she is the worst actress ever.

She often makes a very bad decision which leads to anger and dissatisfaction.

She is her with all the good and bad things.

She is her with all her courage and braveness

She is the girl I see in the mirror.