Mirror, mirror
Hanging on the wall
Who is this person in the reflection
That appears when I call
This girl is dead
So far inside
Her identity
Thrown off to the side
A tear falls away
From an empty eye
No one's there to hold her
When she starts to cry
She's been cheated
She's been broken
She's been lied to
Torn wide open
Where is she, where did it all go
She's all alone
She had a life once
Slowly it was taken
Her friends ran away
Disgraced and shaken
There's nothing left of but
Her pens and paper
To pour out her hurt
And talk about the ones who killed her
She's barely here now
She's emotionally dead
So many people tried to change her
Is there anything left?
She's been cheated
She's been broken
She's been lied to
Torn wide open
Where is she, where did it all go
She's all alone
She's all alone
She can't be gone, cause she's not sure
Trapped in a jail cell
That others made for her
She only wishes
That they'd let her fly
Not to be caged again
Left to try and survive
This is me inside...
I've been cheated
I've been broken
I've been lied to
Torn wide open
You've seen me cry out
Left to die
Why couldn't you help me
How could I survive?
The bits and pieces
Of my identity
And the person in the mirror
Is all that's left of me
You've killed me slowly
Changing my reality
What happened to
The girl that I see
Please put the pieces together
Til when this began
Help me, protect me
Don't let her take over again
Please...
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Written December 13th, 2004
A contest entry
- Sad & Lonely by BloodofaDeadRose.
300 points, ended January 13, 2005, 50 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Oh My, this is as sad as sad can be! I am hurting for you with these words spilling into my heart. I hope this does not depict any portion of you. I hope it is written for the contest only. If that is the case this is an extraoridnary poem of grief and pain! Good luck with the challenge!
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Amazing
DAMN, felt the pain here! I see that reflection when I look into a mirror. You have captured something we all go through. Very powerful, glad I had the chance to read your wornderful poem. My evil wench
Much love,


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