Mirrors

More than likely this is how i feel every morning.

Mirror, Mirror on the wall

Who can that pale girl be

The one I had once thought I’d known

That girl cannot  be me

Sometimes she screams to let her out

And bangs upon the glass

The melancholy in her eyes almost makes me give in

But again I have to pass

I know the dangers kept beneath

The thick glass I gaze at now

Innocent as she may seem

She’ll never be unbound

This girl is only out for blood

Revenge, her middle name

Power hungry lips, bleeding crimson now

She’ll put your worst dreams to shame

And yet sometimes I let her win

And almost let her out

Then my inner conscience comes in

It tells me all my doubts

She’s always been with me

Closer still than blood

I fear someone will never see

I’m a diamond caked in mud

Lost to the world 

Shattered like crystal

Because I am not one

Can’t be myself I don’t know which I am

Sometimes I forget if I’m the one screaming "NO!"

Or if I’m the one screaming" LET ME OUT!"

Or sometimes I’m both 

Hard to handle

When you really have

Two faces on the inside

Two people one body 

No soul

Author's Note

Please once again forgive my grammatical incorrectness and spelling errors.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

Great poem. This is the kind of poem
that rings a bell for me.
It will always be fun.
Great !
------ John

[Distant horizons]

Excellent write. Love the dualism going on here. Know that feeling well. Superb.