The Mirror

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slightly old poems

There she is again,

The girl I always see

She lives in my mirror

And looks a lot like me



I watch her as turns on her music

and hides her eyes with makeup

She dresses herself carefully

And slowly puts her hair up



It’s like looking at a stranger

And knowing their every thought

Why does this girl look so innocent?

After what she’s fought



I look into her eyes

And they fill up with tears

I wish that I could help her

But I know we face the same fears



Am I the only one

Who really knows those eyes?

Can only I read her heart?

And know each time she lies?



I touch the cold mirror

And wish she’d look away

She fills me with so much guilt

For being so fake today



I feel so uncomfortable

And again, I want to break the mirror

She’s telling me that I could be more

Then what I was last year



Is the girl who lives in my mirror

Stronger than me?

After all she hasn’t seen

All the things that I see



I watch the girl when she’s happy

And dances all around

I see the girl when she’s sad

And lies hopelessly on the ground



I had learned with the girl

And watched her grow

Is she made of glass like the mirror

Or is there more of her to show?





One day I broke that mirror

And the girl went away

I watched the pieces fall at my feet

Without her will everything be OK?





After saying goodbye to that girl

My heart seemed to lack

But one day I looked into another mirror

And I saw her smile back



Maybe it’s not that bad

To own a girl in my mirror

Without her how would I face

Every little fear?

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cameca8's picture

Very lovely and very clever.