Mirror, Mirror

 

I look in the mirror

And what do you I see?

This girl who I’ve always wished wasn’t me.

The people have spoken,

The chips are down,

This girl is the ugliest human in town.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Who’s the ugliest of the all?

Why me, of course. Who else could it be?

I have scars as far as the eye can see.

Caught in a landslide,

No escape from reality.

Hell, who knows if I have even the

Slightest shred of rationality?

Roses are red, violets are blue

I guess it’s time this girl says adieu.

Goodbye to the world that never knew her,

So to speak.

No one will be prepared when her irrational

Mind reaches its peak.

 

Author's Note

I just try to avoid mirrors as best as I can.

Reviews

[EverEmma]

Coyote said it best. We learn to except our imperfections and remember that we all have something beyond that. Most of us on here: the gift of putting words together and making something beautiful. And if you ever think that you are not worthy of someone else's love (which you most definitely are) and have a breakdown, then remember that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Someone will always think you are perfect just the way you are. Do NOT ever think you are not good enough because you were yesterday, you are today, and you will be tomorrow.


Your friend, Emma

[Bridget Mcmaken]

This is a great poem. I hate looking in mirrors as well, I cant stand the person looking back at me. Though it's not the fact that really matters it's the heart that is hiding behind it. Great poem and wonderful flow A very amazing write

[Coyote Poetry]

I never like my face. I got use to it. Beauty is over-rated. Need a bath and to be human of course. We live in a world where perfection is worshiped. Odd thing is. The imperfection are what make us different and beautiful to someone. I like the directness to the poem. A strong ending to a excellent poem. One of best lines by Leonard Cohen in a song. (We may be ugly, but we have the song.)
Coyote