In the Mirror

MikeyA18



As I look in the mirror

I see a certain face

This face has seen it all before

Mostly seen disgrace.

 

As I see my own reflection

I see a certain hand

This hand has held it all

before...

 

I'm standing there

So scared of

My insecurities

From being forced

To be something

I never wanted ot be.

 

I'm staring myself

in the eyes

with uncertain spots of grey

I tell myself you

you can do this

and fly away!

 

As I look into the mirror

I'm staring back

at me.

With so much

bottled up anger

I start to scream!

 

I don't need this,

I don't want this.

I won't be this

image in the

mirror that's taking

all my freedom. (x2)

 

Please set me free

Set me free

I don't need this anymore

(I can't speak for myself, I need help! I need help)

 

I'm standing there

so scared of

my insecurities

from being forced

to be something

I never wanted

to be.

 

I'm staring myself

in the eyes

with uncertain spots of grey

I tell myself

you can do this

and fly away!

 

I'm looking in

The mirror

(Gotta fly away) (X4)

  • Author: MikeyA (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 25th, 2017 14:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: This song (poem) is about what it was like being with a family that never let you be what you were setting out to be. This was me. I always wanted to be a vocalist. Music was and IS my passion and my family could not accept that. It made me feel unimportant, and like my interest and hobbies didn't matter. When told that I need to persue something "that will pay you" instead of working towards my dream, it kills me inside. I often look in the mirror at myself and ask what I am becoming.
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Comments1

  • docstorm

    I can understand your anger. When I was at school I won a scholarship to RADA but was steered away from this path by an overbearing father who thought it more important for me to find a mundane job just to bring money into the house....Never did get the chance again...Your poem just happened to revive that memory for me....I enjoyed the read, thanks for sharing.



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