Mirror

by Holly   Mar 18, 2010


Where should I be but a room filled with mirrors;
indulged into because I'm insane.
Looking back at myself, a horrid monster
with tears pouring out to ease the pain.

A black haired woman with a giant bust;
and a personality that fit me so well.
My heart is cold, my life's in jeopardy
So you can just watch me rot in hell.

I'll touch the reflections and make them feel loved;
An emotion no one ever showed me.
I'll grasp her hand and rub her cheeks
and fill her heart with glee.

Why am I here; I am no criminal,
you broke me so I promised I'd break you.
Isn't that how life works?
I don't deserve what you put me through.

I can't live in here for eternity;
nor can I watch myself cry.
If I must, I'll gnaw my way out
and find a decent place to die.

An ugly shaped body, a crooked nose
and mascara smearing under my eyes.
This reflective surface is killing me
Mirror. You are what I despise.

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