Distorted

more getting back to writing

 

The face in the mirror

Stares back at me

But I do not recognize her

I don’t want to recognize her

I don’t want to see her

Or hear her

I don’t want to be her

But I am

Her

 

I hate her

I hate her

I hate her

 

Maybe if I say it three times aloud

She’ll go away

I wait for a dramatic reaction

I want to crash my brow into

The reflection

But she stops me

Somewhere inside the face

She’s not hopeless

She’s cause for forgiveness

She will learn how to smile again

           

 

 

Reviews

[Mark]

... you still write. Good piece. Not for the faint. I like it for the feel. Not too harsh, but still felt.

[Sarah-Beth]

This poem is raw emotion. Beautiful and simplistic. We all have distorted images of ourself, great job :)