The Ghost Girl

this story/ poem is not a bout me unmade it up on the top of my head #halloweenparty #ghost
I look at my reflection in the mirror,
Each time I look I see a pale ghost girl
With long black hair that flops on her shoulders and vibrant blue eyes that never looked pretty
This ghost girl I see,
Follows me to every mirror I look in
She's always there,
Never leaves
This poor ghost girl,
With a tiny frame
And baggy clothes
Suffered from anorexia
She weept for her mother
Yearned for a dad
For he ran away to marry a prettier woman,
This ghost girl,
Was me,
Never to leave
Always to be
A reminder of my past