My mirror not my friend
it reflects much that society
casts aside...
or so I think,
so many people friends,
lovers, tell me quite the opposite is true
That I am beautiful, sexy, and smart
that I am special, a work of art
So why would my mirror lie to me?
I hear the words of others,
cutting and cold
about how I would be perfect
if only I were thin..
so does my mirror really lie?
How do I know what is really true?
How do I rid my head of the voices
that cut to make way so the others
may shine through?
Where is my own true voice in this chaos,
has it fled for good?
To thine own self be true?
A quote from the past becomes
a question in my mind, the author unknown
as I shall be hiding in my my self inflicted sorrow
for the crime of being imperfect...
A contest entry
- x Speak for the image x by x-Black-Butterfly-x.
300 points, ended June 10, 2008, 45 entries
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Comments
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I know how you mean I don't like who I am and what I look like either, I swear people are lying but then again someone autistic called me beautiful and they have an inability to lie so I don't know how that works...eh
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beautifully written to alow the reader to gian an understanding of what we see and how we see things. it was gripping with emotion and imagery that I found myself agreeing with. welll done with the depth of this piece
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cool write
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a good piece of poetry, ah the mirror lies just like the camera, perception is in the eye of who is looking.
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