Smash the Mirrors

I don't want to be my friend anymore.

Reflections stare back at me

From the dimly lit mirror.

Those faces are not my own,

Are they?

They couldn’t be?

In front of me stands

All those I hate.

She, who I would kill,

Stands before me,

Staring back.

He, whom I cannot stand,

Laughs at my confusion.

It, that which I fear,

Stands menacingly in front of me.

It cannot be!

Are these all part of myself?

Can these people I hate,

All be a piece within me?

Oh, God, this cannot be!

Please, smash the mirrors;

Send the shards flying!

I don’t want to face me

If this is what I have become.

I beg of you,

Crack the glass;

Destroy the reflections.

Please, I can’t look at myself,

Because it would seem,

I am my own worst enemy.

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel29August2008

 

Reviews

[A Forsaken Dream]

AWWWW my review before this one was deleted =[/ Ok well it's ok i'll just leave another =]. Like i said in the previous review
"I don't want to face me

If this is what I have become.

I beg of you,

Crack the glass;

Destroy the reflections.

Please, I can't look at myself,

Because it would seem,

I am my own worst enemy."

that whole part of your poem had me caught in a web of thougts =]

Thank you so much for writing this Josie it is truly beautiful

-James