Her Infinite Eyes: The World Seen Through Thousands of Filters

I know that girl. I know every angle of her face. I know every desire, every hope, every insecurity, every heartbreak.

I've seen her looking at the mirror, trying to make herself believe that she's a blessing, that she is loved, that she matters.

I've seen her hide away the sadness in her eyes by filling her retinas with beautiful sunsets and waterfalls and mountain ranges.

I've seen how she fell apart every night and put her own pieces back together in the morning.

I've seen her gluing her own cracks.

I know that girl. I wonder if I'm the only one who does.