An Open Letter to the Lady who Pulled me Down

As you stand before that mirror, right next to your bed,
You rethink over all you heard today, what each person said,
You think of how they looked at you, and what must they have thought,
You wonder how many people adored you, and how much attention you caught,
We are all girls who look at ourselves in the mirror, two versions of each,
The original one, and the person the the world chooses to teach,
We look at ourselves in two ways, vulnerable and strong,
We weigh each person's comments about us, right or wrong,
And by the time it's all over, we let our strengths takeover,
We let our vulnerabilities not stoop to a level lower,
We walk away with confidence in ourselves that we are less than none,
But just as we walk, for others this belief we shun,
We judge them, comment on them, make them feel low,
We cut down other's courage, but ourselves we want to grow,
We face, we disapprove, we hope for it to banish,
But a what pity for other all that thoughtfulness can just vanish,
And we go back to being just like the person who'd broken our heart,
You cannot expect happiness yourself, if you refuse to make a fresh start.