Beautiful visitor(s). There's this girl in the mirror, I wonder who she is. Sometimes I think I know her and sometimes I wish I did. There is a story in her eyes, lullabies, and goodbye. When she's looking back at me I can tell...she's hurting inside. Meghan. Fifteen. Freshman. Pennsylvania. Don't judge me. Just because I don't live up to your standards, doesn't mean you have to bring me down. Reading, coffee, tea, smiles, and poetry are where I stand. I'm just like the average teen, misunderstood. Misunderstood, under estimated, etc. Its words that hurt, and the tears that wash away the smiles. Its not the people, its the things they say. Its how life works, and you have to be willing to roll with the punches. A mistake made is a lesson learned.