when I looked in the mirror
i was mad as can be
for the girls in the mirror
could not have been me
she had the the hair
she had the eyes
she had fair skin
she was full of surprise
but that girl wasn't me
how could she be
that girl was sad
that girl wasn't free
this girl had a smile
and no one could see
the face of denial
she was ready to flee
the face of a girl
no one could see
her mind in a whirl
this girl in the mirror,who was she to me
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Author:
toodeep9224 (
Offline) - Published: December 7th, 2016 23:05
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about me and me trying to find myself and who i am.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
WELCOME TOO DEEP (great pen name) Thanks for your first poem which is DEEP but not TOO DEEP ! Mirrors are useful but can be "dangerous" because often (for a variety of reasons) we don't always relate to the person who looks back at us ! I'm 33 so I have had long enough to come to terms with who I am ~ but I don' t always recognise myself ~ especially early in the morning (its 7:30 am here !). Thanks for challenging poem ~ Yours BRIAN
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