I look in the mirror,
and all I see is a girl.
Tears spilling down her cheeks,
nose and eyes red from all the crying.
I look in the mirror,
and hope to see a girl smile in there,
but that never happens.
I only see a frown.
I don't know why she's crying,
I don't know why she's hurt,
I only know that the girl looks like me.
The mirror is showing me,
but not me.
Their is no tears on my cheeks,
no red eyes or nose.
Their is a smile on my face,
and make-up still in place.
Their are mascara streaks on her cheeks,
in two swift lines,
one on each cheek.
The girl in the mirror is always sad,
always crying,
always screaming in pain,
yelling for help.
She's lonely,
and afraid.
So hurt.
How come whenever I look in the mirror,
all I see is the girl in tears,
the girl in pain?
Never the perfect girl,
the one I pretend to be on the outside.
I'm looking at the mirror,
who's looking in on me.
I'm looking at the mirror,
and now seeing the real me.
Author notes
mirror mirror
A contest entry
- Mirror Mirror by Ignis Corpus.
500 points, ended August 1, 2007, 40 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I like this. It's my kind of write, honest and open, and full of lots of emotions. I think alot of people have feelings like this, like the people who see them aren't seeing the person they are. This was a realy good write, I'm wishing you the best of luck in the contest.
Kaitlyn
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wow, that is how i was, i can realte to this very well, but one day i just said fuck it, and went with what i always wanted to be, good job and good luck in this contest
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