She sits in front of a frame
A state of mind
Clouded by a gossamer veil
Of reality's lies.
The mirror is a portal
To her hidden thoughts,
Hiding both her beauty
And her bitterest enemy.
She views them when she dares,
Often too frightened
By what she can't control
And what she doesn't want to admit.
But they still haunt her
As she sits of her own free will
In front of a reflective sheet of glass
And looks upon herself.
Fear is healthy,
She tells herself,
But her fear traps her
Within this mirror.
Author notes
I just found this in my inbox. I'd written it at the public library, and when I couldn't finish it, I emailed it to myself and I just unearthed it.
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im lost. But its pretty.
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Hey, thanks for reading it... I'm a little lost too, though, so fair enough. ^_^
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Good for you! An afternoon at the public library is one of my favorite things to do because you are in the company of thousands of authors who say amazing things. 
I love your poem... you can tell. 
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well I am so very glad that you found it,
it was wonderful. the flow and imagery was excellent!
well done hun!
Krystal
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I like it, good imagry in it.
What is a gossamer veil??
great job with this though, take care.
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It's a veil, something you can almost see through, but not quite. It could be of her own making, something that seperates her from everyone else.... thanks for reading and reviewing!
Nikki
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