Reflection

I hate mirrors.
I despise them.
I can hear the jeers in the reflection.
I can feel the mental rejection coming from the cruel projection.
The eyes staring into mine can't be mine.
They're dark and lie and show signs of the eternal crimes I commit by lying and saying I'm fine when I'm not fine.
I'm not fine.
I can feel the desperation in that reflections mind.
I can see the lack of representation that is inflicted constantly by those who just don't care.
They don't care.
They just love how they have their hair and how they pair their shirts and Jordan Airs or whatever they are.
I don't.
I throw on what compliments me to me, by me, for me, with me.
I don't just look, I see.
I see one,
Two,
Three,
A hundred kids wanting to be free,
Free to express themselves,
In a rush to impress their friends and wear distressed denim and it's honestly a mess.
A crazy, monostyled mess.
But I can't stress enough that people need to look in the mirror.
I hate mirrors.
I despise them.
It's the reality where I can do, and will do, and should do, and could do, and would do and see what I want to see, what I need to see, but mostly what others want to see me be, see me become, what others want to see on me, with me, in my mind.
There's a mentality that not many can honestly say that they've seen been someone else's reality.
I'm not who I want to see.
And I hate mirrors.

Reviews

[Kay]

Nice use of rhyming words in different parts of the sentences to create some musicality. Like in the line "I can feel the mental rejection coming from the cruel projection" which is a powerful statement - I think so many people feel this.