The Woman In The Mirror

I stand in front of the mirror. I stare at a woman there. I look deeply into her, and see some things that I think 'the world' should know, but in fact 'the world' doesn't.

A woman there, is kinda childish. She naturally behaves like a child. She doesn't really love a baby anyway, she loves a kid, especially a boy. She always wonder having a little brother. But I know, she loves her big brother.

A woman there, is like a bird. She loves freedom, she flies away, she's independent. She behaves like the other good woman, but you won't know that a rebellion is planted in her soul. She thinks normally but when she feels someone bothers her freedom, she will do anything. She knows she can control her life, so she doesn't like to be controlled.

A woman there, is so curious. She'll find out what makes her curious. But you won't know, she's just pay attention to the attractive ones. She loves simplicity, but too simple sometimes not enough. She loves something unique which the others may not think

A woman there, is an anti-mainstream, and tend to break the rules. She doesn't like general things like other people like. When people park their motorcycle straightly, she thinks the opposite. When people generally do somethings regularly, she thinks differently, including do out of regulation.

A woman there, is so melancholic. She's so fragile. But the world only knows that she's a strong woman, and cheerful outside. She's a true cheerful person anyway, but she's not a barbie toy who keeps smiling whatever happens. But sometimes she learns how to be like that barbie.

A woman there, have so many dreams. Some are so impossible, some are the opposite. But you won't know, she's a type of less expectation. She seldom hope. What she do is only pray. She keeps pray for tomorrow could be better than today, she keeps pray for her family, she keeps pray for her friends. She prays nothing about her except strongness and betterness to keep alive for today.

A woman there, have a solid friendship. She places her bestfriends above all. Because she knows, bestfriends mean everything, while the world could forget her.

A woman there, sometimes refuse to remember the fact that bites her happiness. She easily get disapointed, by the way.

A woman there, knows everyone's character based on their talk, their story, their way of walk, their way of joking, their way to treat others, etc.

And now I know a woman there is a hidden one. She easily knows others, but others can't simply know "what exactly happens" with her.