Through the looking glass

heatherbee

 

 

We look in to the mirror what is it we see it's someone there staring back at me.

 

Can you see how tired I look do i even care 

Looking in the mirror was just to brush my hair

 

Should I add some colour should I pluck a brow should I even care how I look right now

 

I wish that mine was enchanted just as i took a look just like out of a fairy tale book

 

I wouldn't see a princess I wouldn't see a queen I'd maybe see a different person iv just not seen

 

So maybe when I look tomorrow a different day it will be,

 hopefully I will be looking back at me.

  • Author: HeatherBee (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 29th, 2021 17:36
  • Comment from author about the poem: Some days just dont want to look in that mirror.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • dusk arising

    LOL. My mirror plays tricks too. Some old stranger who looks a bit like my dad has taken over.

  • heatherbee

    Hahahah yup I blame my mirror for everything lol.

  • Doggerel Dave

    Sometimes one must. When the hairs sprouting out my nose start poking me in the eye, I'm forced to check it out...

  • Goldfinch60

    You never see the real you in a mirror, it is only a reflection of the real you and the real you will be that princess.

    Like d a I too see my Dad lookin at me in the mirror!

    Andy



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