I see her only because we are standing face to face.
I stare at her and she stares back with the same eyes,
But I do not know her.
I lift a finger and place it on the mirror,
And she mimics me because she thinks it is funny.
I try to avoid her, but she seeks me out in every reflective surface
Because she likes the reaction in my head at the sight of her.
When we were little, I liked her, we got along.
But society has told me that she is ugly, unwanted, different.
I do not want any part of her.
I do not know her.
I step back from the mirror and so does she,
Her expression fighting a smile.
Her face looks like mine
But I do not know her.
I try to decipher the clues in her features, to find some piece of me,
And end up with nothing.
Or everything.
I do not know her.
A scream pierces the bleak nothingness between us
And we both turn at the sound.
Need to find the source, need to make it stop
Because it is shattering the mirror in front of us.
That's when I realize the shriek came from deep within me,
A place I haven't touched for years,
Where my real identity lies waiting for my return.
Waiting for me to find it again.
I kneel on the cold, dirty ground,
Pick up the glass shards in my hands.
Piece them back together,
Make them whole like they were meant to be.
I stare at the girl again,
But see something different,
New.
She is broken, jagged lines coursing through her skin.
But there is nothing wrong with her, there never was.
Her face is pure, like her heart.
She knows who she is.
I look at her and see myself because I was there all along.
I smile.
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Can so much relate to this one, thank you x (If you read my "Little Monster" you see something simular) Hugs x
@justice_dk thank you, and I see what you mean, they have very similar concepts. I loved that poem of yours by the way.
BRILLIANTLY written. I was hanging off every word. I think you managed to put in to words what I and others have felt but not understood. Great.
@Shackleton @amelia0892 @smellyfingers @naaviie @GizMonkey thank you all so much, it means the world to me!
@maisiebeth you are a very talented girl! Does your bio say you are 14? Because you are amazingly good but the fact you are young enough ( in a positive way!) to be my daughter is scary!
π A very emotive poem! Sad to think many people feel this way. Well done to you for tackling a difficult topic.
This is amazing, it's such a shame so many young woman feel this way. You have a gift with words.βΊ
At least you know societies way of contorting things is wrong. Unfortunately so many people can't get past finding fault with themselves
Great to see this piece getting so much attention, you've pinned down something very deep- rooted for a great number of people. Nice work :O) J. x
@Eveline well you should listen to them, sometimes our view of ourselves can be so distorted and wrong.
@naaviie yes this is a brilliantly written poem! I enjoyed reading it. The imagery of this poem is very much similar to my poems "The Mirror" and "Reflection" (My 1st poem), I always enjoy this kinda stuff ππ
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