Mirror, You Are Me

I stare into the mirror, knowing that this is not me,
The girl in the glass screams, trying so hard to break free,
When my pulse races, and I'm on the brink of tears,
I turn to her, reflecting my many insecurities and fears,

With her eyes she silently  begs and she pleads,
Freedom is what she wants - what she needs,
She was once a girl of hopes and dreams,
A girl who was torn apart at the seams,

Then she stepped aside,
Letting me set up the rules for her to abide,
She created a monster,
Now when I stare into the mirror, she is my haunter...

Author's Note

I wanted to put more into it, but nothing came to me...

Reviews

[Bare trees]

I thought it was good. It seemed like a poem on self-deceivment and betrayal of one's own soul. Not totally comfortable with the word Haunter. Perhaps ghost or specter. But they might not fit well or convey what you mean, so I could be wrong. A good poem nevertheless. I Liked it.

[MissWordSmith]

that was AMAZING! you showed how there isn't really a good or bad but a CHOICE. that was one truly beautiful piece. keep writing. i love your style, i kinda write like this sometimes. same rhyming scheme..