What am I?

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I stare at my reflection in the mirror. But instead of seeing myself.

 

I see a girl. She looks familar but I don't seem to know who she is.

 

She  is a familar stranger to me. She coppies my every movement.

 

Almost as if she is mocking me. I shatter her in front of me.

 

Leaving her in the floor in pieces. What am I? What is my

 

 purpose I ask myself every day and night. I wander aimlessly

 

searching for the answer I despretley need. Do I serve anyone?

 

Will I ever find the true meaning of my life? I feel as though I

 

was a mistake made by God. Like I was never suppose to live. Why...

 

why am I alive? Why did he make me so...abnormal? WHY DID HE

 

CHOOSE TO MAKE ME THIS WAY?!?!?!

Author's Note

This is kinda personal so no rude comments please

Reviews

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... this write stirs the soul ... it's rendered with simple eloquence and immensely profound ... i struggled with this feeling for several years and only in march this year i found my reason for existence ... though i'm still fine-tuning it ... and i know that it needs a lot of labour ... a simple dream ... a focused effort that ensures that i can be at peace ... one person who inspired me incredibly is valentino rossi ... i was watching a race on television once and i realized that it must be so tough for him to win a race ... because there's no one and nothing in front ... it's like a head-long collision into nothing ... and after the race ... he must be so alone ... being able to celebrate with just a few friends and maybe a few journalists ... so aware that everyone who didn't win would nearly be hating his existence ... it truly is lonely at the top ... what i see in this write is someone who is immensely gifted and on the brink of an innovation ... because if you're thinking so intensely then there has to be something that you really aspire for ... i'm not an innovation specialist so i can't tell you what it is ... but i can tell you how i arrived at my simple and humble innovation ... i took a very close look at what and who i was spending my time on ... and tried to focus on things i like ... and i ended up with an online poetry magazine ... that ... to the best of my knowledge has no parallel ... and even if it does ... i know that i stand for poetry and the finer things in life ... i do my best ... and i sleep peacefully ... as the circulation of my magazine increases ... i get lots of criticism ... and less and less people celebrate with me ... but i stay focused ... and take great inspiration ... as i said ... from valentino rossi ... thanks very much for sharing this beautiful piece with all of us ... it really is incredibly meaningful and thought-provoking ...

[SilentDreamer]

Very full of emotion. Powerful. Something a lot of people can relate to. Great job.

[YouoweYoupay]

It's one of the occasional encounters I have...So i know how it feels. It's real...frustrating and somehow tragic.

[Aria]

I won't comment on grammer because I know you are aware. Plus poetry is poetry regardless of grammer. The piece is young and by that I mean room to grow. You have potential just work on getting your voice out. You can get the same intensity and profound meaning across without having to use exclamation points or all capital letters. You asked a very good question though a question, unfortunately, that won't be answered easily, if at all. We,ll never know who we are but maybe the whole point is trying to find out. Good work.

[Katseye]

I can't tell you how many times I have felt this way myself. You are young yet... give it time and you will find your purpose.

Good piece of writing, some spelling and grammar errors, but those are easily fixed. I myself would be lost without a good spell check program.

[Cassandra D.]

this was okay...
there are places where the period should not be placed.
"...But instead of seeing myself." there should have been a comma. with a period, the sentence you're trying to state will not make sense.

[Doreen]

But instead of seeing myself. [replace the period with a comma] I see a girl.

She looks familar [familiar [comma] ]but I don't seem to know who she is.

She is a familar [familiar] stranger to me. She coppies [copies] my every movement.[semicolon]

I shatter her in front of me. [comma] Leaving her in [on] the floor in pieces.

What is my purpose [comma] I ask myself every day and night.

I wander aimlessly [comma] searching for the answer I despretley [desperately] need.

Like I was never suppose [supposed] to live.

No rude comments at all - I can hear the confusion, the questions, the anger in this piece. Not quite a poem as it is a free-form rant of sorts. The question of some of life's more intricate questions. It is bold and the message is quite clear. Just remember, there are no mistakes. Each of us has a purpose in life. :)

[Prateeksha Khot]

full of emotions albeit a few spelling mistakes

[WriterSki7]

No rude comments . . .
I prefer to think of my reviews as constructive criticism. Like the fact this is prose, and technically not poetry. Albeit full of emotion and very well written it's merely a collection of thoughts on the writer's view of herself. Something akin to a newspaper column. Good job though.

[PaperHearts]

Nice poem! I could tell that this was a personal write for you, because it held so much emotion. I could feel the confusion, frustration, and struggle behind your words, and when I was reading this, I almost felt like I was asking myself the questions that you described in your poem. There were a few grammar mistakes, but in terms of imagery and tone, your poem was great. A unique style of writing. :)
~PaperHearts