Merror

A Poem About How To Deal With Our Own Reflection

 

MERROR

 

I couldn't help starring.

As someone stared back.

In a judgementle way,

they just wouldn't stop.

She wasn't perfect.

Not in the least.

No, she had baggs under her

eyes.

Her eyebrows weren't waxed.

Her chin seemed to be growing,

it looked kinda fat.

Her hair was all frizzey.

It just wouldn't mind.

She had on a purple blouse that was

one of a kind.

Her pretty brown eyes hid behind glasses.

So, you couldn't see them, nor could you

tell.

She had to get contacts.

Maybe new perfume.

So, men would notice her as she walked into

a room.

I had to go.

I felt I was being rude.

So, I left the bathroom merror,

and went out to my room

 

Reviews

[Confessions Of An Angry..]

Cool...

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Sometimes we judge ourselves too harshly when we look into the mirror. Nicely written. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[emmajoy]

What a great piece of writing, it's fun but just a little sad too. The ending came as quite a surprise.

Nice metre to it, could almost be a song, has a sort of rhythm to it - bit of Country there .. do you have a guitar?

THANKS LOTS for sharing.

[Deborah Shepard]

wounderful feelings

[~*The Writer In Me*~]

This is how I feel sometimes. Good job.