When I look in the mirror,
The reflection is not my own,
The looking glass shatters
Before my corrupted self.
Into these eyes I gaze,
Trying to find the person behind them.
They are empty and dark,
Not the girl I remember.
I struggle to find out what went wrong,
But the answer is all to simple.
I became the sort of person I have myself always hated;
The kind that blows off plans with their friends,
That doesn't answer the phone,
A girl who has lost her bright sunshine
Of a personality.
Just to fix this,
There's only one thing left to do-
Drop all I have and go with you.
These eyes are coming back
To the postivity they once knew,
I'm pressing on.
Author notes
I haven't been in a spell like this for a while, but sometimes I just get too weird and not me.
option 4-eyes
i'm a girl so whatever you want me to be.
A contest entry
- Revise Yourself by h202.
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Wonderful
Very creative and wel done. Best of luck in the contest.
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This is sad
Yes if we arent careful we become those who we despise . My mom use to tell me you will find you hate most in others that dwells within yourself so be careful that you dont leave anyone behind
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Very good and emotion filled!!!!! Such a strong story... There are many of us who can say these very same words... Great write... In the next to the last line did you mean "positivity" ?
I really enjoyed this read.... I will return for more!!!!
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I love this one so much.. I often stare at myself in the mirror and wonder how did I get here? Something about me has changed... So I can def. understand and relate to this poem greatly. Very well expressed, astounishing.
Great write,
Silvos.
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A poem of hope and fortitude. Not many can look themselves in the mirror, admit they don't like what they see and acutally TAKE ACTION TO CHANGE. It easier to crap on ourselves, but it is a wise person that analyzes, learns and changes. They will have the best life experiences from growth. Best wishes in the contest, this is an awesome poem.
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