The Mirror stands tall,
Glistening in the light.
Begging me to stand before it.
Inside my head I keep trying to resist the temptation
To take a look at the beast inside me,
It’s just a game the mirror tries to play,
Smirking and mocking back at me.
Vulnerable and obsessed,
I drag myself over to the mirror,
Its eyes light up and reveal an evil smile of satisfaction.
I cringe in disgust at the reflection staring back at me...
Desperation bleeds through my eyes.
Shame is written all over my face.
Guilt pours out of my heart.
Obsession covers my entire body...
The image staring back at me,
couldn't possibly be me.
The image I desperately wish to see,
could never be perfected to become me.
I stand before the mirror disgusted with myself
frizzy, umanageable shoulder length hair.
Nothing near flawless skin,
(wanting smooth silky skin)
small rounded shoulders
hidden beneath layers of fat.
A stomach that sticks out too much
(desperate for six pack abs)
Desperate for perfection.
Ashamed of what I see.
Guilty for my sins.
Obsessed with what I see.
A contest entry
- Doesn't this Title seem to be too clickable by Abidoodle333.
700 points, ended June 14, 2007, 13 entries
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Comments
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great poem. it really hit me hard cuz it speaks a bit to whats going on in my life but in a different light. the emotions were so genuine that it was relatable and real. people see what they hate and never see what they like, then they change what they hate and end up missing it. Changing who they are and losing apart of themselves. Good job and good luck with your contest.
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nice work here
The guilt really came out!
Thanx for entering, good luck
Abidoodle
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