Mirrors
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I’ve heard memories change each time you recall them,
as if each is a set of two facing mirrors where both panes
have sprinkled in artistic license. It reminds me a bit of history,
I’ve heard memories change each time you recall them,
as if each is a set of two facing mirrors where both panes
have sprinkled in artistic license. It reminds me a bit of history,
Fearing a transparent man-made tool of vanity
A tool who hides nothing
This tool shows you who you truly are
Some may say that you are more than your reflection
“Love yourself before you love others.
You can’t love a man
Until you love what’s in the mirror”
We were told this by our mothers.
Few took this and ran,
But the rest didn’t even consider
Careful, don't stare.
It isn't you in there.
Don't look at the fatal imperfections,
they aren't really there either.
It's an illusion, its not made
to show you the truth.
Red eyes
Black hair
Tan scarred skin
It holds
The appearances
Of me,
But is it me?
I cannot be sure
Whether it is
Just a fear of mine
Or an actual part
Of me
Cast away the fire
throw away the flame
are you growing tired?
feel nothing but the pain
place it on the pyre
your demons are to blame
mirrors are reminders
of the beast you cannot tame
Sometimes the hardest thing
Is to look in the mirror
To face the broken smile
The empty blue eyes
That once held the oceans.
I always joke about impressions and lie that I don't heed.
But when camera snaps goes off, it's the fortieth picture I keep.
So there goes my humility. Good-bye shame.
Reflection
The most important of actions
The mirrors have it mastered
Replicated image captured
Their faces face others
Their eyes eyed by their pupils
But behind the glass burns a fire
if a mirror
was placed
before you
and you cast
your gaze
upon it,
what would you see?
if the reflection that comes back
is not yourself,
Looking at yourself, seeing someone else
It’s how it always is, how it’ll always be
Is this who you are on the outside?
It’s so different from the inside . . .
So misleading
Smears, smudges hide my face
In the dusty reflections of the mirror
With shaking hands I can place
The nose, the hair, the eyes
But in a glimpse they're chased
From my tentative tries
I AM
Like being surrounded by mirrors on all sides
I can bask in the site of myself from all directions
What is it like to be me?
She asks
Envy lining her words.
She's talking about the test
That I aced
The quiz
I defeated
The teacher
Who loves me.
I laugh and smile and joke at her
Everyone you meet -
the ones that you avoid-
these people are your reflection.
See yourself as they see you,
Would you be welcomed or Rejected.
I’m no Cinderella
Never lost a glass slipper
Never got prince charming
I’m no Cinderella
Always felt strange
Faraway
Slipping away
Always felt strange
A facade I hide behindBehind a happy personIs a voice wish to speakA way for to let it outIs through a writing verse
Sabrina Petroski
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Eyes open
feet slide off the bed and touch the cold floor
step after to she carries herself
Sitting in your mind.
All alone.
Your refuge
from the world.
But what are those?
Shining brightly
in the dark.
The mirrors.
Gazing into them you see not
Mirroring an image society has given,
To be our own individual,
Don't listen to what others say.
Yet we criticize others,
He played me like a cello
soft and sweet
until the finale.
The high notes whined
and the low notes dragged on, on, on.
The finale
was agonizing.
Distort, lie, and amplify.
They show us the center,and hide the edges.The center is framed,by the rest,that is compressed.
what if there were no mirrors
and she didn't turn on the television
mesmerized by fluttering fake eyelashes
and airbrushed cheekbones on cloud nine
she wouldn't touch her reflection
Don't look at me like that, i know what I'm doing is wrong.
it's not like it's something i have to do
it's just something i do
you wouldn't understand.
I know i look different
I am different.
Behind my bedroom door,
I hear screaming and fighting;
Someone always ends up crying.
They try and hide it,
But from were I sit,
It gets louder, and louder;
Overwhelming my ears.
Tell me. Who do you see?
When I look in the mirror... Who looks back at me?
Who should I see? Who am I really?
I am living in a mirror,
I can never measure up.
I am stuck inside this world of reflection,
I can only see myself.
The outside world is very dim, just only a faded picture.
Little girls are barbie's,
little girls are sweet,
little girls are perfect,and taught to be neat.
Taught to be skinny, and pretty, and fair.
Taught to have beautiful, long locks of hair.
Another glance into the mirror
Another day, another year
A coarse example of the person
Who is hiding under there
Her mirror belongs in a carnival, a wrong distorted image of what she looks like.
She'll try to bend herself to make that reflection look perfect.
Cut down what is eaten until it resembles the remnants of a forest.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall.
Make me pretty, thin, and tall.
Who is fairest of us all?
When will Beauty finally fall?
Paint my face and Dye my hair,
Then will someone truly care?
I wish
Just once
I could look in the mirror
And not
Want
To
Scream.
All I ever see
Is that thing in the mirror
That everyone says
Is me.
My only friend across the glass
knows who I truly am.
With no questions asked,
she does as I do
mimicking every dance, every glance.
