I looked up at her
I recognized her face
But I wasn't sure from where
She was crying
Tears streamed down her face
Her hair was a mess
Her makeup was smeared
Her hands were shaking and balled into fists
I saw her open her mouth
And I heard her speak the words
"I hate you!"
Shock ran through my veins
Me?
Why would she hate me?
Her eyes burned into mine
And they narrowed into tiny slits
I stared blankly at her, confused
"Why me"? I said out loud
"You know exactly why. Don't play dumb with me." She replied
The Girl continued to stare at me, her gaze fixed
And then it hit me, all at once like a ton of bricks collapsed down onto my heart
My chest felt tight and heavy
It became hard to breathe
I pointed at her, my finger shook, and I stuttered over my words
"Y-you're....m-me?"
She nodded slowly, and her gaze finally left mine and fell to the floor
Then, barely audible, just above a whisper, I heard her say
"I wish you loved me, Devorah. You are loved by many others, so why can't you love me?"
Then she was silent
And I was left staring at her
My reflection in the mirror
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Devorah (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
That reflection in the mirror is not you, it shows the opposite of who and what you are, so be the wonderful person that you really are.
I love this poem. The tension of it is palpable and quite relatable too. Reminds me "Mirror" by Sylvia Plath.
well thank you! I find my best written poems are often very sad ones.
I would agree with that when it comes to my poetry as well.
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