Vulnerability. Like that of a mirror.

She's white, she's pale. Like the mirror that follows her everywhere.
It's in the purse she carries everywhere. It's in the car she sits in. It follows her wherever she goes.
She shines when she's happy. Like the mirror shines when it's clean.
She shows what she sees.
She says the truth. Maybe that's why people don't like her.
She reflects what's shown to her. Maybe that's why people hate her so much.
People get angry all the time.
She's like the mirror that follows her wherever she goes.
She shines on like a crazy diamond. She's white, she's pale and honest.
People don't like her, like they hate the mirror.
They get angry because they don't like the truth and yet they come back because the lies seem to grown on them.
She's much like the mirror you see your face in every morning.
You don't like what you see but you're still going to look again.
She's vulnerable too, like the mirror.
For she has a heart and the mirror's glass.
Hearts&Glasses can be broken so easily, unfortunately.
People get angry and break her heart.
And when someone comes and tries to fix her, she can't stand again.
Just like the mirror, the fall hurt so much that it's never going to be the same again.
She's exactly like the mirror she can't resist looking into.
She passes her time contemplating at the first wall she can lay her eyes on.
The wall seems to have become her best friend lately.
She's no less than a mirror.
You can hurt her easily.
But then again..
Before you break her heart, don't forget,
Broken mirrors can hurt you back.

Vulnerabilty is a funny thing. As for now, very funny indeed.

-Wish.