One, two, three, they're counting their flaws, everything that falls, saying;
"Get out! You don't belong!"
"B-but why?" Your lips quiver under the trembling fear you dare to hear.
"Dear, what made you steer to end up here?" A beautiful voice asks you. You look up, and...and...
"You're me, but why can't I see...me?" Your hand reaches out and it touches the glass, saying;
"You're the only thing that can pass. Unless...you want to be last."
" But, they don't think so though. "
"They? If I may say, you're the only one who can find your way today."
" Come with me, please! "
"No, let me be!"
" But how am I supposed to see... with all of this emotion...lost inside of me?"
You fall to your knees, sobbing in front of the mirror.
"Get up!" Your reflection orders you. You stand up and brush yourself off. You look at your reflection in the eyes. It tells you;
"You don't have to worry. One day you'll fly far from their nest. You'll be the best and...you won't have to worry about the rest."
If it wasn't for one of my friends at school, I would have never had a title for this poem. :)
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Plastic Glass
PoetryThere are many paths in life we can all take. How good does it feel to be able to "fit in" or to "be popular"? If we are all different, then why can't everyone accept that fact and move on? But, there's a voice in your head? Who is it that's talkin...
