In the mirror there is a girl I know.
A mean girl that confidently picks on my features to shut me down.
And.. I let her.... I know I shouldn't but I can't help but listen. I know she's lying but I can't help to believe her. A reflection so cruel it shatters my ability to smile.. so I cry. Tears sting my eyes and stain my face, my mascara runs, and it ruins my makeup only for you to make it worse and ask what's wrong. "I'm fine," I say and I fake smile and "confidently" walk the line of life I want to end. You ask if I'm sure and I ignore you when I shouldn't have.
Gradually the day gets worse as the girls at school hungrily pick at me as I starve myself. They eat up my happiness to boost their confidence. At the end of the day I go to the corner of my mind and repeat all they said to numb the pain as I cut the vein and bleed.
Outside the mirror there is a girl I know.
A shard of shattered glass.
A girl that needed a compliment to save her life but it was too late. She cut too deep this time, but it was deep enough to relieve her emotional pain.
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Author:
lay lay (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes I wonder if there is any love in the world, because many people try to hate on those in it. There are cruel people in this world and there are people who wear their heart on their sleeves and people take advantage of them and use their feelings against them. It is to the point where they become so cruel and those who wear their heart on their sleeves become suicidal. So it gets hard to differentiate when someone asks them if they are okay because they don't know if the person that asks them if they are okay cares for them. I pray for those who wear their heart on their sleeves though because they waste their time trying to impress others when it is those others that don't even care about their feelings and they hurt them.
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Comments1
I love this......
Hard subject
For one so young
But really well written
People come in two
Forms.. stone and glass
Bullies will always eventually
Break..... I was stone as
A child, all the glass people
Who bullied me Eventually broke
Thank you so much for your comment! Have you ever heard of the question- "What if stones (or rocks) are actually soft and they just tense up when we touch them?" I will take your advice with me in the long run because because I never thought of it that way, because I am that stone that tenses up sometimes but I still feel confident in myself and I confide in myself through any bad matter that I will be fine.
I absolutely agree with you there... I love this...
But now to speak to Bianca, this moved me... I know what it's like; what you speak about, "in the mirror, there's a girl I know. A mean girl..." I've struggled with accepting my flaws and not picking myself apart and when I read your poem, I realized I'm truly not alone with this conflict.
I apologize, but I must cut this short for tonight, because I have to go, but I will leave you with a thank you.
Thank you for your honesty
I look forward to reading more of your writings. Please continue to share. I hope that you find this helps you. I'm hoping it will do the same for me.
This is a welcome and a farewell.
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