6 July 2012
A figure stares back mockingly.
She looks lost, eyes all watery.
I don't recognise who is looking back at me.
She looks broken, unsure of what's going on.
I see her trembling, surely there's something wrong.
She looks unhappy, staring back blankly.
She's not happy with what she see's, she think she's worthless, pointless, ugly.
Her upset turns to fury, eyes are flaring.
Unsure of what to do I keep on staring.
The fire in her eyes helps me recognise who I see.
When really, all this is, is my reflection glaring back at me.
Reflection • Opuss № I