This Girl in the Mirror
Why does she lie to me?
This girl in the mirror
Tells me I am so pretty
This girl in the mirror
Then contorts the picture
This girl in the mirror
She tells me beauty is the beholder
So suddenly we’re hideous
Me and this girl in the mirror
And we are both anxious
Me and this girl in the mirror
Look away, take cover
Me and this girl in the mirror
Mouth huge, nose bigger
A little make up will aid
This girl in the mirror
Leave some hair to cascade
This girl in the mirror
Hiding eyes holding secrets
This girl in the mirror
As dangerous as bullets
I want to be so pretty, I could die
“And you are pretty,” I’ve heard them cry
But the girl in the mirror sees not what they see
For, truly, she really sees me, for me
Beauty is –oh so- hard to achieve
And me? I am much, much too naïve
To even begin to think of striving for it
I’m just another wannabe, another misfit
Another girl too scared to look away from the mirror
Another idiot who wears her reflection as her armour
Who hides from snide comments by flashing the mirror away
As she struggled to keep the heavy tears at bay
She is weak, like me
This girl in the mirror
Cries over acne
This girl in the mirror
Is broken by words
This girl in the mirror
She’s living backwards
And who am I to correct her?
To this girl in the mirror
To that I have one answer
To this girl in the mirror
I cannot say anything
To this girl in the mirror
Because it’s me she is reflecting
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My Poetry
PoetrySome of my poems. I can't say if they're 'dark' or 'light' if you know what I mean, because there is a mixture.. But I must warn you; I mainly right poetry when I'm a leetle depressed... So you have been warned.. :L
