Standing in front of the mirror I see,
something staring back at me.
It's hair sticking out at places,
it's teeth grimy and dark,
with it's eyes a dry red, as if having walked through smoke.
It stares silently,
not saying anything,
as you blink, so does it.
Even if it's not you, it does the same.
It's not you in the mirror,
it will never be,
and neither will you ever see, what it is.
Forever to haunt you, it will follow.
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atticus_made (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 26th, 2026 02:41
- Category: Reflection
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Here there is a lack of recognition as to what one has become. A great poem of reflection
A powerful poem on oneself. Your poem suggests a struggle with self-acceptance and the fear of facing one's true self, as the reflection represents an aspect of the self that is neglected or misunderstood.
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