Stuck in a void, falling in doom,
Sitting aside, but mine out of room.
Cycles of stress, cycles of life,
Anxiety my friend, my greetings with hype.
For you always come, standing beside,
When I am ignored, cursed, hated with all might.
My absence and bliss, my presence a curse,
It's hurting so hard, oh heart don't burst,
my wrist all scarred, The reason unknown.
For what may I say, that I am alone?
Can't be too weak, can't be too self-reliant,
Can't have opinions, can't make decisions.
Is it because I'm a girl, that it is a mistake?
For what you do, do it till you can.
~Nazia Zahra
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NAZIA ZAHRA (
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- Comment from author about the poem: “Mirror on the Wall” was written in the quiet chaos of my thoughts—a moment when I felt trapped between societal expectations, internal battles, and the aching silence of being misunderstood. It’s for every girl who’s been told she’s ‘too much’ or ‘not enough.’ For those who carry scars no one asks about. For anyone who looks into the mirror and doesn’t recognize who’s staring back. This one’s for us.
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Comments2
A poem of existential questions that are the answers to the questions themselves. A paradox reflected. Nicely written
A very relatable write so many, feeling isolated and alone in the world but trying to understand why, those dark hours spent looking at yourself asking those questions, nicely expressed and written
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