The Mirror

The mirror tells us many things,
And the mirror cannot lie,
It sees all on my surface,
And it’s why they pass me by.
The mirror taunts, and the mirror laughs,
The mirror plays its game,
It laughs because no matter what,
I’ll always stay the same.

It taunts me with a face, nothing like my core,
I know it’s not my face I see, it means something more.
It’s showing me just what they see in me,
That and nothing more.

The mirror sees not my soul, or who I am inside,
The mirror sees not my heart, or to whom I confide.
The mirror, though, knows all this still,
Yet it still, can sap my will,
It thrives off my insecurity, taunting me with that face,
It’s burning me horrendously, and the loathing I can’t erase.
As I look into the eyes,
Of the face that I despise,
I whisper softly, not waiting for a reply,
“I hate you bitch! Why don’t you die!”

My hands cupped in fists of rage,
Breaking through my mental cage,
The mirror shatters, and it screams,
Like the sound of shattered dreams,
My hands bleed, but feel no pain,
Dripping out a crimson rain,
Blood finds its way down to the ground,
As I look, I scream at what I’d found,
The face I despise, of which I’d told,
Stares back at me, a hundredfold.

I run away, not looking back,
How to end this cruel attack?
I try to escape, but wherever I go,
The face will follow, to and fro.
“I cannot use my car, the face will see me there.”
Sure enough, the face awaits, and I cry in despair.
“Do not cry,” the mirror says, “You do not understand.”
“Why do you taunt me with this face?” I demand.
“I do not taunt you, I merely show you, but you do not see,
You must learn to look at me before you’ll be set free.”

The mirror simply showed me, the face that I abhor,
I watch myself frowning in the mirror on the door.
The face reflected is mine, I know that at least,
All I see, however, is a rabid, horrid beast.
“Do not be so harsh, young one, and learn to be your friend,
You’ll see that your bad perception is going to soon end.
I am not the enemy, the enemy is you,
You must change yourself, to see yourself true.”
So I listened, and tried my best, to be my own friend,
Eventually, it seemed, my delusion would end.

Though I see no beauty, I no longer see a beast,
I can also see that my confidence has increased,
The mirror follows me, reflecting wherever I go,
No longer does it taunt me, now that I know.
But will I slip back to the stupor, of self-depreciation?
It nearly once led to my complete annihilation.
Every once in a while, I think that I can hear,
The laughter of the mirror, ringing in my ear.