The Lies of a Mirror
And Truth from Within
Why is the mind so cruel?
To always demand a duel;
Make us feel like fools
Being dragged by a mule
With mud on our faces.
Why is it us
Who bruise ourselves the most?
From where is this despise derived?
The sun though, is bright.
Touches all in its sight.
Exposes the beauty;
Reveals what is true.
But alone she does hide.
Cowers in the security
Of darkness and shade
Where green does fade;
Where fake flowers grow,
Digital love
Falls as snow,
And friends are shallow.
She picks at her face;
She jiggles her flab;
Grabs at her gut.
“Ew, what a mutt”.
Her lips are too thin;
Her skin is too pale;
Her fingers are stubs;
Her knees misshapen nubs.
Tears do fall,
And she hates those as well:
Her face looks weird
When she cries.
Blue are her eyes
And oh, do they sparkle,
But how’s she to know that
When her mirror just calls her fat?
Calls her nasty names;
Relates her posture to Igor;
Kicks her to the floor;
And pulls at her hair,
Which is too frizzy to begin with.
Might as well shave it off.
Maybe it will grow back…
Straight.
It laughs—when she sobs—
A great big, ugly cackle.
The sound spills from its grin;
Vast like the ocean.
Leaking through the window;
Under the closed door.
Embracing her figure;
Expressing deplore.
The sea rises
Right up to her roof.
She’ll die in her sorrows;
Never see those tomorrows
Where the sun rises
Just to tell her she’s beautiful.
For her mirror is not flat,
But is warped and cracked
About the Creator
Alexandria Brooks
Welcome!
I'm a university student and a junior barber :) But I also happen to love writing and poetry.
Cats are cute, I watch anime and... oh yea, I'm a Pisces!
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