The Mirror
Mirror mirror on the wall
You strike the harshest blow of all
Gazing into my reflection
Seeing flaws and not perfection
Wondering to my dismay
How did it come to be this way?
Once upon a lifetime this was not so
I loved myself and did not know
How I would be judged on for my looks
Not my caring nature or lust for books
The beauty inside me should be what matters
Not the outside torn to tatters
I look at me and want to smash
This mirror with one hellacious crash
But would that fix my tortured soul?
Broken glass, but myself still not whole
One last glance, but what is this here?
Down my face, slides a lonely tear
Followed by a thousand more
I turn my back on me and slam the door.
You wonder how this tale will be completed
If I rejoice in triumph, or retreat, defeated
The answer will come in time to me
Then my beauty will shine for all to see.
I wrote this last year. I was so tired of looking at my acne scarred face and shaving my facial hair and being overweight I just wanted to die, or scream, or destroy something! I wrote this instead, hehe.
