I know that one day,
I will be left alone.
I will have no one.
I will feel no love.
It's a future I've accepted already.
Looking in the mirror,
She can see the cheerful little girl,
Who never cried,
Who never stopped smiling,
Who had a large reservoir of love to share.
The girl in the mirror,
That was little me.
When she looks down,
A small smile on her lips,
She notices the sink catching her tears,
And looks back to the mirror.
She looks back to the mirror.
Now she sees a young teenager.
She's sobbing,
Missing the feelings,
She's desperate to have back.
She's a girl who never puts herself first,
Who always wears a mask.
That is me right now,
She doesn't match little me.
She looks away,
Unable to stand the pitiful sight,
And she wails in pain,
Into the air of the cold bathroom.
She looks back, once more, to the mirror.
She looks back to the mirror,
Seeing the sad eyes of a beautiful adult,
Who looks as if she once,
Had the power to love,
But her heart refuses to feel.
She looks like someone,
Who isn't prepared,
To form any new relationships,
Who has felt desperately alone in the past.
She's alone in her house.
She's alone in her life.
That is what I see for myself,
She is nothing like little me.
Little me,
A beautiful, cheerful little girl,
Who had an endless amount of love.
Current me,
A quiet, confused young teenager,
Who's running on emotional strain.
Future me,
A lonely, empty, unemployed adult,
Who has no one left to love her.
All of these different girls,
One is who I was,
The next is who I am,
The last is where I see myself.
None of this,
Is part of the future,
Little me could've ever imagined.
And all of this is told,
From one long stare,
Into the glass of a foggy bathroom mirror.
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
