Mirrors and windows reflecting a soul
A girl barely eighteen with eyes afire like coal.
No one would ever knew she was broken inside,
No one would ever thought she found it hard to smile.
Bullied and beaten when she was a child
All because she looked like a boy that she was reviled.
People called her smart but they also called her names
None of them knew their paths were not the same.
She grew up and remembered every word they said
One day she would prove to them she was more than that.
She promised herself she would never love
Friends were never real when they mocked you behind your back.
But her world grew bigger
When she went out of the box.
She later realized not all people are bad
Some were just meant to hurt you but some will love you.
She learned to forgive the people who made her feel bad.
Happiness was a choice and she chose to take that path,
Bigger things were coming her way
And no one can lead her astray.
Her hair grew longer, she no longer looked like a boy
She believed in herself and trusted the one in the mirror.
Dreaming high and living the life she was given
Sooner or later she will meet her special someone.
Her name written in paper, her words read by people.
She smiled to the ones who used to mock her
And loved the ones who took care of her.
Her heart grew softer and learned to love deeper.
No longer will she have to cry
Her heart might be broken but it can be mended.
She smiled to herself as she looked at the mirror
She will be loved by herself more than by others.
She'll be happy till the end of her days
Years will grow older but her smile won't fade.
If you ask me how I know this, one thing is for sure
That girl smiles back at me when I look at the mirror.
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Most of the time I wrote about feelings and past experiences, but I seldom write poems "ME". So here's a take on that one. I'm sorry if it's not as good as the past poems, I wrote this in haste because I wanted to post a new poem and my mind was ranting the lines and I had to take it out of my thoughts.
So how about you? What were you like when you were a child? And if you look at yourself in the mirror what does your reflection tell you? Tell me in the comment box below, I want to know too :)
CZYTASZ
The Girl on the Sidelines
PoezjaAnd when the game is done and we’re left alone You leave me again and drive her home And you even waved goodbye To the girl who’s still waiting on the sidelines.
