Through the mirrorA Poem by Faust
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
2 wide eyes staring at me. One skinny frame making me stand up tall. Some girls would say I'm the ugliest of them all. But what they truely don't see is what's beneath the layers of my skin. They always tell me that I'm dancing with the devil and he has gifted me my sin. I miss when we were younger, when we could look past the look. But now my appearence is all they read, and they read it like a book. When I was 12, I gave up on looking like a fake. I threw away my make up, I stopped acting like a snake. I stopped being mean and started acting my age. And that's when I realized, in this chapter of my life it's time to flip the page. I'm done with the expensive clothes that I never wore. I'm done being locked away behind my door. I'm done caring what others think of me. Because through the shadows of their eyes, it's not really me they see.
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8 Reviews Added on January 1, 2020 Last Updated on January 1, 2020 AuthorFaustSun Prairie, WIAboutI'm back! I don't think anyone noticed that I closed my account for a short time though lol. Basically my sister was messing with my computer and it screwed up my account more..Writing
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