Is it the cubby cheek little girl with ringlets in her hair, trading away her childhood just to be loved?
Is it the dark haired, pale skinned child with the tear stained face, screaming to be released from the dark?
Is it the face of an amainal after the child finally gave up on being human?
Is it the blood stained hand print of the teenager, slicing again and again, trying to stop the pain?
Is it the image of the ever thinner prefectionist, as she tries to disappear?
Is it the frienghtened bride as she adjust her veil, and wonders how can he love her?
Is it the dark face of the mother who has lost yet another child?
Is it the trier face of the mother who has been up night with a sick child?
Is it the scared aging woman trying to put her life back together?
Yes, it is all of me, each part in there turn staring back and stating I am here!