Funhouse

They call this a funhouse,

but I'm not so sure.

The mirrors reflect light onto

distorted facsimiles of my self.

The jagged edges

catch my tattered clothing.

Cutting me as I run,

staggered.

And black trails 

lie in the wake 

of ebony mascara

worn to the quick...

as slick tears

trace my sunken cheekbones.

Reviews

[Michael (Letters and Li..]

Excellent piece Diana! I love the whole feeling of running from your true yourself. You presented it in a very dark and captivating way.

You always have this very nice way of expressing true emotion and great writing in very short, well flowing poems. I love your style

[Diana]

Thank you for your kind review, Michael.

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That's pretty deep Diana, Its so deep I am quite lost for words.

[Diana]

That's okay, Jonathan. Words aren't always necessary.

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Not always but sometimes its so caught that nothing can quite produce a meaning but a smile:)

[fireblossom]

How we see ourselves is how we are to ourselves.

Great writing.

[Diana]

Thank you.

[MichaelsLyric.com]

Whether you realize it or not, this is very sophisticated piece. Physical reality is a mirror, so if you frown, the reflection cannot smile back at you. Nice drop. Thank you for your reflections.

[Diana]

Thank you, Michael.

[s y e]

More like the Not-so-Funhouse! Wow Diana, this was great.

[Diana]

Thank you so much.

[icelandicblue]

The not so fun house here. The warped mirrors give us a sense of some monster that lies within and that scares us to death.

[Diana]

Right on the money with your review. Thank you, icelandicblue.

[Sami Khalil]

Funhouses can easily turn into scary ones depending on our reflections of the inner we . I like your creative analogies ...Bravo......................

[Diana]

Thank you, Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

Yu are welcome...:).......................

[Rita L. Sev]

That image we see is not what others see... a thoughtful poem, great imagery and wordplay here, Diana.

[Diana]

Thank you, Rita.

[Jack...]

Diana, we are never what we see staring back at us from a mirror...we are only what we are inside. That is where all of our beauty lives, though in your case I would think that such a beautiful reflection would be enchanting.

[Diana]

Not an enchanting piece, but I appreciate your comment, Jack. Thank you.