Mirrors

Looking into mirrors

what do I see?

 

Me...

standing there

so pretty.

 

Looking farther past the mirror.

And now...

Who is that?

 

That's not me

or is it?

It couldn't be.

 

Disgusted by the sight,

I wrap my hand and...

*crash* goes the glass.

 

That's me.

Who I've become.

No one wants to see.

 

I look down in shards of mirror.

What do I see?

 

A monster to be.

I can't stand

this part of me.

 

Ignoring the sight past the mirror,

I go back to the surface.

 

Me...

standing there

so pretty.

Reviews

[jennifer little]

sweet poem keep up the great work loved reading this nice write

[IrishSaint0771]

So Pretty, Always Pretty.