Mirror

by Br0k3n   Mar 27, 2007


Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Can not you hear my desperate call?
I am just tired of being me,
And every time I look in you, I just hate what I see.
My body is far from perfect, I am far from what you call tall,
Can not you see you are killing me, oh mirror, mirror on the wall.
My face has not got the perfect shape,
I am not even close to all the girls on that tape.
I do not like my eyes, who cares if they are blue,
All the hate I feel is oh so true.
My lips are thin, my mouth too small,
You can see it yourself, mirror, mirror on the wall.
My nose is ugly, I hate it too,
In fact, what I hate the most it is you.
You make me put my fingers down my throat,
And then I should act normal, without giving a note.
This pain is just so strong and way too real,
I hope the wounds I have in my throat will heal.
Everyday I see myself fall,
You are just killing me, oh mirror, mirror on the wall.

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  • 16 years ago

    by xxkweenbee

    I Love Your Poetry, You Have Skills =]

  • 17 years ago

    by sweetiepie18

    Superbly written! x

  • 17 years ago

    by Black night

    Heh, cheers for the comment, always a pleasure to know someone is reading your work - makes me feel special *said in a silly voice* lol. Anywho, thought it was really profound poem. Could really feel the bitterness of your self hate. I think we all hate the flaws with our bodies, especially me. Just remember beauty is in the eye of the beholder - or at a party the beer holder, lol - but i am sure you are perfectly attractive. the whole line bout fingers down your throat, dont get into that habit, really doesnt do you any good, I am certain you look great the way you are.
    great job
    and def 5/5
    dont stop the writing
    -Black night-

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