Look at me. I will never pass for a perfect bride.. or a perfect daughter. Can it be I’m not meant to play this part? Now I see that if I were truly to be myself… I would break my family’s heart…
Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me? Why is my reflection someone I don’t know? Somehow I can not hide who I am, though I’ve tried. When will my reflection show who I am inside? Who I am inside…
