I look in the mirror
Is that me?
No, must be someone else
The mirror lies
Throw it down and watch it shatter
Shards of glass too small to see
Pierce my skin; I bleed
Cuts are far too small to matter
But so many, they pool together
They bleed as one wound
My mind's hazy, clouded over
What's going on? I can't tell
Something about smoke and mirrors
The world's an illuision...
Author notes
Just getting things out.
A contest entry
- misery loves company... by nobodys-girl.
700 points, ended January 18, 92 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think--or don't, because I don't much care.
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i love this. the first stanza is amazing. i've felt that way too many times. thank you so much for entering my contest and best of luck!
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Thanks much
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good
i liked that one....
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Thanks muchly
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I simply loved the ending...whole the poem is great but the ending is something AMAZING Very good job and I really hope it's not personal. Of course there are some days we don't want to look at the mirror, but we have to be happy even with that what we have.
Keep writing
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Thanks
Actually, it is personal--but metaphorical/figurative. I haven't shattered any mirrors yet.
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