Reflection of Myself

Wed, 03/04/2015 - 00:52 -- sjwyxx

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Steadily walking down the streets of the boring city,

Strangers take glances at the face that she does not always remember.

Her pessimistic mind suffers through anxiety because of its wondering thoughts.

They're judging her,

They think she's ugly.

Their sharp looks are throwing daggers of ice at her.

She hides her face behind her long, dry hair,

Looks down on her feet as she walks,

Not a sound out of her mouth.

She is scared.

I am scared.

Passing by the reflective glass,

Taking glimpses of the what my eyes can see.

A girl.

Messy hair, round face, big eyes, and.. a smile.

My reflection.

What's wrong with it?

Nothing.

Why?

Because it's a reflection,

A reflection of myself.

And there is nothing wrong with that whatsoever.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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