Mirror ImageA Poem by ElisaThis is kind of a weird set up. I wrote most of it over a year ago when I spent way too much time analyzing reflections and how people present themselves.Mirror Image What do people expect of teenagers We live, we sometimes die, some of us are rebels-- Others, "Goodie two shoes."
But is it not true that we are all different? Why does everyone assume they understand; They do not live our exact lives, They were not present when_____ fill in the blank. They do not know what goes on inside-- Especially if you are me Because I have made it my goal To hide my feelings.
My pain is hard to bear The only thing I have to fear is that I am alive. I wish to die everyday, It does not matter why, I have tried and failed every time.
I come from fighters But I can fight no more; My mother is strong But my strength has been weakened.
Who am I? I am a teen. No one knows my thoughts and feelings-- I keep them locked away. When you see me walking by, You cannot see the pain within.
I am seen as a short, perfect, goodie two shoes. Should not those be the ones you worry the most about? I am generalized into a category; I may fit in some places, but not all.
Others see my mask, They think I kid when I say I want to die. They do not see past the mask they have built for me. I reflect what they want to see; They want to see me happy and perfect, And their expectation, I am happy to supply. It makes me feel safe, But I still cry myself to sleep every night.
If you could see me for me With my heart on my sleeve, Would you treat me the same? Would you be able to still look at me With feigned ignorance-- Never pity?
I feel like crumbling; I feel like falling;
I feel like dying; Do you still see me the same?
Maybe one day you will not see this opaque mirror Staring back at you; But I fear that day will only be When my fear is quenched. © 2013 Elisa |
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1 Review Added on January 14, 2013 Last Updated on January 14, 2013 AuthorElisaHazelwood, MOAboutAll of my writing is dark and I do not believe in writing "happy endings" because they sound pathetic to me. I also tend to make my writing gruesome, with death being a common factor. If you read th.. more..Writing
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