This damn mirror shows me my flaws
People say you can't see beauty through dust
But this dusty mirror is what shows me beauty
Beauty is skin deep
But perfection is deeper.
That's what I say
Smokey rooms are all I've ever know
My mom was a bartender
My dad left when I was young
The images come back so clearly
The gun being brought out
My mum standing in front of me
Bam!
The gun is fired and my mum pushes me out of the way
The mirror shatters
The pieces rain down upon me like acid.
I see spots of red.
What's going on?
Mum! I yell
Mum, where are you?
I sit up
Damn you cursed smokey room!
Damn you stranger who took my family away
But most if all Damn you God!
I'm jolted back to the present
Back to looking at that dusty mirror
I decide that mirror has to go
I pick up the mirror
I take a piece out
This mirror was a part of me
But no longer will it hold me captive!
Today that dusty mirror will leave me
And it will take my mum with
The past is meant to stay in the past
So out with that damn mirror
Out with the old me
With one last look
I slip out of the door
Just as the dusty mirror beckons for me again
Goodbye mum,
Goodbye past, but mostly
Goodbye dusty mirror
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Dear Someone
PoetryJust some thoughts of a lost girl. Just gonna put this out there but my very first poem is very dark and very scary. I, in no way, shape or form encourage anorexia and self harming. A lot of my poems come from the bad times I've been going through...
