Who will she be,
That girl in the mirror?
The one with the restless eyes
And frightened air.
Will she always be
The timid one?
Oh, please God, don’t say yes!
Don’t let this end how it’s begun.
I’m going to change her,
If it’s the last thing I do!
I meet her gaze, “You WILL be ME!
“I’m sick of being you.”
Scissors flash…click…slash.
My reflection starts to change.
Make-up is thickly layered on
So my face will rearrange.
From the mirror,
A face stares back,
A face I don’t know, but those restless eyes
Scream their silent, blue attack.
A different dress
And different shoes.
How could I have thought they’d mean a thing?
She’s a ghost I cannot lose.
She’s the ghost of my future
Who I am yet to become.
And most of all, I fear that day
When she and I are one.
I don’t know who she is,
So I’ve tried to escape.
Why does the unknown always lead
To fear and hate?
But she is me and I am her,
So now I can see why,
Before I can ask “Who will she be?”,
I must answer “Who am I?”
A contest entry
- Titles # 2 by cirque du soleil.
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Comments
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A different dress
And different shoes.
How could I have thought they’d mean a thing?
She’s a ghost I cannot lose.
I can really feel the insecurity here…and I love your ending! So many of us are afraid of not being able to tell the difference between who we will be, and who we want to be.
Your rhyme doesn’t sound forced at all here. Good job on that.
Thanks for entering!
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Wow this is amazing! Very well written and intriguing, great job=] Keep writing=]
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