Mirror Mirror


Lately I've been thinking that I'm more like the Evil Queen than Snow White.

I am not Wicked, nor am I a Queen-

I am a woman

a young woman

in a society that values my looks above all else.

When I look in the mirror, it speaks back to me

And it doesn't say what you would think.

"You look tired"

she says.

"Yes" I answer "I am busy. I work, I play, I love."

"And with that, I am content."

She nods, my mirror-

she is not what the world makes her out to be.

"There are lines on your face" She says.

"Yes" I answer "Those are from when I smile, and when I laugh."

"And for that, I am thankful"

She smiles, my mirror-

she is as misrepresented as I am.

"Your arms look big" She says.

"Yes" I answer "I am strong from lifting my loved ones up, from holding onto myself"

"And for that, I am proud"

She cries, my mirror-

she cries with me.

"We are happy" We say

"You are ready," she says,

"you don't need me"

I will miss her, my mirror-

Yes, I am more like the Evil Queen.

I am confident,

I know what I want;

I am cunning

I am complex

My flaws are Flawless. 




Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741