A mirrors whisper

The raging anger burns
Scolds my eyes,
As I begin to hate the mirror
And its way with words

Snap, captured, my face stolen
To be cackled and sniggered at
A pain surges through my wires
As I feel the mirror laughing with them

whispers. To know it talks
It talks of my secrets. To everyone
The mirror. It knows me and it laughs.
The beauty I was once sure of

Gone. Away my mirror must go
But my hands insist on trying
Cosmetic masks, tools that wonâ??t work
I am me, and I hate my shell

When it told my I was ordinary
The mirror. I refused to believe
Slowly it revealed the world of me
And ordinary corpse walking, walking