Reflection;

The girl on my heels, matching my steps, following me around. The girl who cries soundlessly, the one who daydreams of better days. she has no friends. I don't know how to tell her that I hate her.

Here I stand,

knees wobbling,

hands shaking.

One,

       two,

              three;

bald-up fists of pure momentum hit the solid floor.

my younger sister pleading on the other side of the bathroom door.

a silent scream sits comfortably on my tongue.

Anger continues to well up in my eyes,

Greeting me with blurry vision.

I bare my teeth at the young women in the glass,

that hangs apon the wall.

I hate her.

I hate her pitiful tears.

The damned girl wont stop crying!

Why cant she just give up,

she'll never be good enough.

One,

       two,

              Three;

deep breaths.

I look into her dead eyes,

she holds my unyielding stare.

A charming smile spreads across my face,

tears roll down her cheeks onto her chin as she smiles back.

She'll give up some day soon,

but for now we are okay with pretending.

Author's Note

mirrors life.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

A somber picture of the insecurities that haunt many young people. The speaker has reached the age when comparisons with others seem always to leave one on the short end of the stick. These judgments are usually self imposed, but unfortunately they can stay with people for years.

[Jinx Bane]

Thank you for the watchful eye, its nice to have someone read my writing.

[Unspoken poet]

this is so emotional and sad, well written and expressed

[Jinx Bane]

Thank you so much for reading my poem

[Another Relic]

This is really sad and dark. Escapism is popular in many forms and half of society if not more find it in some way or another. Life is tough no matter what age you are. Keep writing.

[Jinx Bane]

Thank you for the support and kindness.