Mirror, mirror, on the wall..
Do you love to see me fall?!
Showing me my face, so sad
Showing me the scars, they hurt so bad.
Teasing me with my own reflection
Can't you show me love or affection?
I don't want to see myself cry.
I don't want to watch myself die.
I'm getting sick of what I see.
Can't you reflect an image of how I used to be?
Author notes
Well..........what inspired me to write this is that I have all these awful scars on my arms, and I'm just sick of them and want them to go away.
Written March 16th, 2006
A contest entry
- Dark, Personal, Your Past, Super Quickie, PW by DancingQueenAngi.
475 points, ended June 11, 2008, 14 entries
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Great idea, but most of the rhyming seemed very forced. I loved the last line however.
~Angi -
OMG!!! I so love it!
wowness... its so great.
I lvee you! -
WOWOWWWWOWWWO!!!
Short.To the point.
I LOVE it!
BRILLIANT WRITE!!
It was wickedddd!
I "can totally relate".
haha. One of my new favorites!
♥i love you katie!
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