When I look in the mirror
I can't stand what I see
Who is that girl
Looking back at me?
When I look in the mirror
I feel sick to my bones
The names hurt me more
Than the sticks and stones
When I look in the mirror
I wish I was dead
Yet everyone says
It's all in my head
When I look in the mirror
I hope it will break
I see an abomination
I see Gods mistake
When I look in the mirror
And she looks back
She musters a smile
And the glass begins to crack
When I look in the mirror
I see the blood
She musters a smile
As the room seems to flood
When I look in the mirror
I see the shard in my hand
She musters a smile
This is just what she planned
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Author:
ameliewho (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I tell everyone that they should love themselves, yet I hate myself.
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Comments2
I can relate. I too would rather see those around me happy while I stay broken for their sake. Amazing poem. Keep writing about this. 🙂
Sadness and loss are themes that are present from the beginning, by the end an eerie presence of hopelessness, yet Ironically a wonderful insight into the world beyond the veneer.
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