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I grew up being told I was beautiful. Typical white beauty. "Oh, you better watch out when you're older, the boys will be breaking down the door." I grew up thinking I was beautiful,
The mirror wept, cause Everyone who looked at her Saw only themselves
i gaze into a mirror and will the glass to shatter so i can finally see the unhidden form of my soul
Mirror Look at yourself in the mirror today, tell yourself how beautiful you are, don't forget to smile because smiling is your medicine.
What is it like to battle your mind? It’s like looking into a mirror But the reflection That looks back at you Talks back Spitting back words like acid
They pose ideals of perfectionism, Which quickly became my critcism They preach of beauty of this and not yours, Yet this is what I believed as I grew
A child looks in a mirror observing a young man straightening his tie for work. .erutuf sih fo suoivilbo dlihc a gnivresbo rorrim a ni skool nam gnuoy A The child spoke about how easy and fun his life must be.
Do you ever just let your eyes wander,Let them sift along, searching for purpose?At once it appears, no time to ponder,On no account have I been so nervous.Nothing could fully prepare one for this;
A gold mirror always hung on my wall, I've never seem to think of it at all. It was there when I lost my first tooth, to the years of my bloom of youth. As the years past And went by fast,
Winter begins when our eyes meet We cast our icy stares at each other And I'm frozen where I stand I pound the glass in frustration You do the same The same idea must be crossing your mind
looking in the mirror it’s hard for me to see it’s hard for me to see myself for who i want to be. do you see me, the beauty that lies beneath? do you see my smile shining so bright?
Cover my eyes so I may see no Evil,Cover my eyes so I may not see you.But your Love keeps me tied to you like some unwanted tether,A Golden Lasso of something I no longer wish to have.
Reflection September 10, 2018 ~ Monday Wake up one day Staring into the face of someone I don’t recognize Are those my eyes or hers
MAybe I am made of glass And perhaps I am too reflective And perhaps each time I shatter across the floor in shards of failure I bring us more bad luck
i look inside myself, i found a stranger i look out to my mirror and i found a stranger i looked into a window i found lots of strangers i looked out to the classroom door
My mirror is a liar and a cheat. I look at the mirror and see that the reflection is not mine. I’m not as old as this man. His hair is greying and his beard is gray. He is wearing glasses just so he can see. Who is this man?
When looking for the best reflective surface, One needs to be careful. You have to be very particular,
I look at myself in the mirror and only see a monster. I see the fat that sticks off of my stomach; what am I? Pregnant?! I see the stretch marks that line my legs, I must be fat.
I am the boy who wakes up every morning, Only to see the girl in the mirror mocking him. Her round face. Her curves. Her breasts. All knives thrown at me, Trying to break my bones.
I still remember, Nora, the first time you stood In front of me, trying to figure out the little tufts Of hair on your brow, On your arm, On your leg, On your pit, On your head, On your lip.
You say you know what the world means When you never know your silent screams . The world is pretty with all to do Where everyday there is something new . But tell me this
You provide a picture as realistic as can be,Granting people far and wide with the ability to seeWhat others eyes gaze upon day after day.But to keep
Dearest Reflection, The sun illuminates my room. You present yourself. Once upon a time, blue and hollow, now radiant like the star light flowing in. Your smile, once seldom, rare, and far between,
Dear Girl in the Mirror, You look back at me with cold dead eyes. You reflect everything that I don’t want to see, You watch at I fuss with my hair, Apply layer after layer of makeup,
To you, an important being, My, it has been a while do you not remember when… Oh I am sorry, that is very rude of me to assume.
You know what I see? I can see a beautiful, invincible, perfect, radiant, sweet princess. Why can’t you see? It’s right there, quite plainly. You just need to open your eyes.
You say you see the eye color, the nose shape, and face lines of my fatherNo matter how much I stare, I see himThe blood running through my veins shares the same DNA as him
I am somebody who you never thought Who you never dreamed of knowing Who you are. I am somebody who never seemed Who never looked like that one Who knew you. I am somebody you dream of.
Because I love you, I swallow your sins,
I glance at my self in the mirror. My image is as usual.
In the depths of the reflected light You can catch a glimpse, a girls' shadow It's a sight you can't overlook With her eyes so hollow and haunted Concealing within a ghastly narrative
Once upon a time- In a land far before the days of rhyme stood one wiser than all, and that would be I. Knowing all, naive to none, I once upon a time, was a brilliant someone.
i like to dress for an imaginary girl(we will meet each other soon) by putting ona silk tie with subtle Chinese birdssewn in.she may be picturing me in her mirroras she applies exactly the necessary line
Who do you see, when you look in the mirror? I see you, me, yes. But do you, me, see me? What I see is someone I want to be me. But who is this me? I know not who I am, nor who I will be. I am not you, nor can I be exactly like you. So I guess who
Look in the mirror. What do you see? Peer in the mirror, do you see something you wnat to see? Most chances the answer is no. However, don't let your mind fool you. You are strong. You are radiant.
One more moment Frozen One more moment Paralyzed Break the ice and the silence Break the silence so deafening I'm your broken mirror Look into me here I'm your broken mirror
Hope's door is closing Seeing you crossing The door is closer As you are demising Other side the mirror The girl is abiding As she gets reminded, so she is glazing
If I were to write you a eulogy I would start by saying You are not dead I still see you in the mirror In the smile lines painted permanently onto my face I carry you in the baggage under my eyes
Grass is greenier with bumble bees Depression goes away with some Hennessey Bonnie and Clyde were together to the very end You don't even want to be my friend The alcohol and drugs don't mean a thing
I’m staring into the eyes of a man I don’t recognize. He looks back at me, eyebrows raised. His expression is cryptic, yet exuding empathy. “Don’t you look at me like that”,
Mirror mirror on the wall I can't look at you at all. The image of me distorted will be, And my mind from it shackles will not be free. Mirror mirror on the wall You hasten my downfall.
Beauty is a broken mirror.You try to pick up the piecesNot caring that the sharp edgesPierce your natural skin.The rough edges scar your body; They create jagged lines across something Already beautiful.
I am numb to the words in my head all the time, But I'm still feeling lost and lonely inside, My friends can have fun and live their own lives, While I'm stuck in the mirror feeling broken inside,
I look in my mirror everyday, I always ask "are you ok?" My mirror does not like to talk, only to listen My mirror will never leave me on my mission but what if my mirror is gone? what if I am left all alone?
The face I see in the glass won't smile back at me, and I can't help but wonder why. I guess she isn't who she wants to be, and it always makes her cry. The water rushes down her cheek like a flood, salty and as thick as blood.
Author's Note: I am extremely proud of this poem. I entered it into San Mateo's City Arts contest and recieved an honorable mention, and didnot have any intention, and did not follow the theme. So I hope you all enjoy this poem.
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.
O wait! Is it real? I am looking at the mirror, is it real? O my life, what did you from me steal? O wait! Is it real? My soul, my love, or even myself. What is in me real?
mirror, mirror on the wall reflecting all my superficial flaws the lines you trace lack the grace you draw me with a heavy hand lopsided ways a toddler's game.
"When will the dying end? when you shed your last tears Tired of smiles being just pretend But too scared to face our fears When will the hate cave in? Only crying when no one hears
I don't remember the first day I saw this portal. This portal that showed me what the world saw. The image of me that everyone has an opinion for. Where is my opinion.
as the seconds drag on for days
Who is this in the mirror that I see ‘tis I in the mirror, ‘tis me. Define this person, this person that I see. Well do you see the warrior, the fearless man that you are?
I wield a fist that has shattered glass, leaving in its wake Shards strewn across the crimson splatter lining the sink where I weep sinking, sinking, sinking down into
I stared fear in the eyes and asked it how was its day our staring match, lastedfor about five minutes and I refused to look away I am bigger I am not afraid I said, as I trembled in my legs
I walk a path both dark and dreary As I ponder long, worn and weary: Who am I? Love I’ve found and lost again
As the tears fall
Who am I? Well to answer your question I must first answer the question of what I am not
Looking through glass I see me looking back at me
I am looking into a mirror. I see myself, yet I see someone else. I don’t know who this girl in the mirror is. Her brown hair was messy and tangled.
Look in the mirror and seeIt's not broken butThe broken one here is meEven my reflection looks shattered
A mirror has the ability to make a duplicate of one's self. It isn't a true copy but a near shadow of who one really is. For a mirror can only show so much, and often it leaves out the core of who one is.
Mirror, spotted with age and time. Rust begins to spread, but you see yourself just fine.
The lens of her minds eye is tinted
They say a mirror breaks Into a thousand pieces When it is hit by By anything that contains The force to shatter it And crack the glass,that Might have been immaculate, Or might have been dirty,
Knowing you aren't good enough, is the greatest pain. You try your hardest, you drive yourself insane, but no matter what you do, his thoughts remain the same. You look in the mirror,
Through the glass I look Searching for some answer Faces slanted into an opaque distortion Everywhere I gaze
I stand before the mirror And all I see is an error A bloody X across my being Telling me this ain’t worth seeing.
I walked off MeAnd into the Corridor of my houseIt was not the sameHad mirror wallsBoth the walls strangelyRevealed strange imagesOf my familiar self
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
You can stare into a glossy surface, water stained but, you can see what you strive to see a reflective pool rippled with a flash the corners of my lips lift with yours. An eerie imitation
You look in the mirror, Begin to apply the corrupted judgments of society upon what you see. But what the mirror doesn't reveal is what truly matters.
Behind the 140 characters, Beneath the instagram posts,
When one looks in the mirror We all wonder what’s on the other side Is the image we see on the front Just us trying to hide Never have I been someone different Never have I tried to change
When I round the corner, and touch my nose to the real, cold glass of my bathroom mirror, I am faced with everything I've ever tried to cover up. My skin that's pale and reminds me of my father,
Staring at my reflection
"Straghten your spine." "Point your toes." "Longer legs." "Stronger back." "Longer waist."
"Who is that?" you ask as you stare her way. shes changed so much. "Why is she like that?" you wonder everyday. "Look at her stomach!" You say, grossed out. She hates herself
Eyeliner, masacara, eyeshadow, Concealer, foundation; All to take me away from me. Which filter to choose? How to cover up myself? Maybe people will like me now.
I stare into a shattered mirror.
Waking up every morning, I take a look in the mirror in my room. She stares back at me, that girl on the glass. Her eyes have much to say, yet they remain ever so gloom. Is she waiting…hoping for a chance?
Its so easy to lose the meaning of who you are
Mirrored That is without glass A place inwhich glamour lies Our pictures hidden By the pictures of ourselves Hidding the natures of ourselves
Tell me, what do you see when you look at me? What do you think when you
I see stars. See in them what I am capable of I see a heart. Broken in between happiness like hope I see void. In this I have come to rest I don’t see myself. I see a mirror. In this fractal misrepresentation,
She tilts her head back, rolling curls of dusky brown hair fall over her shoulders. Copper eyes with piercing abilities stare into my soul... strangely familiar.
Eyes wide open, eyes covered shut. It makes no difference your reflection stays the same. Your reflection of beauty can be external or internal. Either way, your beauty shines through. For the mirror never lies.
What is it that you see when you see me?
Life is like a mirror, you might be unaware of its features in the future, but you know to never want to change that reflection, because the past glimpse will make
Mirror Mirror Mirror, Can you really see me? I see my flaws and my mistakes but that dont really be me. I wanna show you the truth but I cant even believe me.
Looking towards the future Reflecting on the past Seeing the person in the mirror with new eyes Worthless and hopelessness has left the frontal lobe Walking down the enlightened path Awaken from the dead
I have not always loved myself. My hips are too big, my eyes are too small, my skin is too uneven, my thighs are too meaty, my hair is too curly, my teeth are too crooked,
Filters and fakenes is a popular theme, Within the news, and the media, and favorite magazines. A girl with boring brown hair, With simple green eyes, And pale skin and blemishes,
Deep, still waters serene, calm form a perfect reflection. Form an image of an old, old man, sitting silently upon a rock, with misty breath and withered arms leaning heavily on a stick,
Mirror Talk For a while I’ve been saying what I don’t truly know I thought I made myself A long time ago Looking in a reflection Hoping my thoughts won’t worsen
There's a girl in my mirror. A shiny, butterscotch mane
More, it says. Posture straight, hair curled, eyebrows plucked, You are a piece of art! More, More, it says. Teeth burning white, lips bloody red, nails buffed – clean with color,
When Blue Reflects Upon Waves I’m staring, always staring, forever staring, No focus in sight, yet a bright future yields token, Novel, arguably plausible possibilities.
When I blink it blinks using the Same eyes to see that I can't I live up to a better reflection of me. 2 years apart but miles away while she received praise I received Bullies and Pain.
Indulgence is not self-expression, Nor can we all avoid repression, That is said and done, The world is overrun. Finished without. Mirrors as walls hold back, All tears that make us crack,
I look in the mirror I don’t expect what I see The reflection is not mine Looking so perfect With make-up, pretty hair And a fabricated smile The mirror of my soul Is so much deeper
It started when I was young. Teased by my family. Move you fat cow, you're blocking the TV.
A structure alone Of jointed bones With a thin layer Of mortal beauty Fair skin and dark eyes Fair heart and dark mind Oh I pray that this Is all there's to me
When I used to look in the mirror, I would see A girl who struggled, but yet was sometimes pretty. I struggled with my relationship with my family. Although they clothed, fed, housed, and spoiled me,
The Human Zebra, By: Mason Pickar As I was looking in the mirror the other night
I met her in a dream Crazy as it seems She laughed like I did And I found that funny
Mirror girl, mirror girl Always in the back row Of the room or the bus or the chapel If I draw aside, draw aside the curtain Would I see you? Find you in your hiding place Your hiding place
ReflectionWritten by Adam M. SnowI am alone this night of flutter;confusion reigns, so I utter,
I like to keep to myself because i don't want to hurt other Except for my family people think they can read me but They only see and know what i want them to I myself am
Daily, Two sisters Meet at the mirror The mirror that contains nothing else but sorrow and pain Their eyes don't like what they see Both thinking "She doesn't know what it's like to be me"
I'm not that girl still,I don't cringe at the mirror, I no longer look.
Just a shy girl waiting Waiting to be noticed.
Every morning I wake up and see the beautiful woman I aspire to be Every day is the same, the mirror on the wall, mocking me and taunting me to be someone I am not
(In the structure of The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe)
In the darkness you will find my heart, or what is left after i fall apart. it's only natural to fall off the edge once more it's happened everytime before. In the daylight you find my soul
I gaze into the mirr
A troubled teen, she wonders the streets, a paint can in her hand. She wants someone to notice her. She wants someone to value her, so she will receive her value from afar.
She was in the corner when I saw her. She was broken and alone. Only I could see past her jaded smile. She looked frozen like a statue made of stone. Her eyes were not bright anymore
Do you see that girl, looking in the mirror?Starin
I will not be defined by what size I wear I am not fat I am thick
Plaster walls,full of cracksbreaking in.Press my backagainst the door…Falling through the floor.Mirror, mirror that I see,Mirror, dear, do you love me?Hunger bites,claws my skin.
I am not a fool I'm only himan And I'm bound to make mistakes Understand I've always had what it takes What it takes to love you And what it takes to stay with you Yeah I might have been hurt
Could the day ever be When I'll only see just me Not a monster or a beast Or has the only me I've ever known deceased Am I really that lost and far gone?
It started off beautiful and I was happy to have it. To see me happy was my mirror goal, It reflected my happiness. It kept me comfort when needed, And showed me a different world. Mirror reflected my heart,
I want it I really do. It is just really hard. I do it because I have to. I wake up every day with a smile on my face. It hopes of one day obtaining what I need. I tell everyone that I will succeed.
I know this won't be easy,
Fighting, it's all that they can stand to do. Crying silently, I ask myself why they constantly argue. It is not my mother and father that argue; for that has long past
The colours of a mirror are foggy, but lucidI don’t see my reflection,But colours of a girl I remember beingDark purples and greys, she’s bruised and scarredShards of glass line her hollowed out, bloodshot eyes
As I wash the dishes I have many wishes Ever Since I started working here My thoughts have started to veer People walk in and out Some are loud and shout They leave their dishes on the table
I'm a Math Geek, sure. I've got charisma, too much! Combine them, It's me!
Am I considered lucky, to live in this land where I am considered free, or am I considered a prisoner, behind bars that are simply a reflection of ME.
Deep within each human There is a drive, a need Different fires burn for every man All expressed within a seed A seed that grows with every season
Life is like a burning candle soon we will burn away slowly but surely we are not here to stay we were made to be a light and warmth but not to last forever just because we a fading
A dream. A blissful careening feeling, abstract and fickle. My job will be a dream.
Mom and Dad want me to evaluate the broken, To diagnose them with the disease we all have- surreal survival,
Look around Stay open minded Reach for your dreams No dream is too abstract
One Job May Change My Life Fighting for the justice of innocent civilians Becoming someones "hero"
Beyond a dream on a stage it isn't about me it isn't about fans, fame, fortune or other words thrown around by those who have too much and give nothing
I stare at my wrists Blood dripping red Trying to drive the demons from my head Do I jump Do I stand On edge waiting With a blade in my hand I want to live
I stare at my wrists Blood dripping red Trying to drive the demons from my head Do I jump Do I stand On edge waiting With a blade in my hand I want to live
My purpose is unknown, unfuffilled. I feel like there's nothing to live for. Helping others out of my own free will; That desire, that passion, makes my heart soar. I listen to people attentivly,
Trotting daringly through the meadows of flowers I feel the pulse beneath my feet Frolicking with the whisp of the wind I hear it stirring Bringing me closer and closer until suddenly I kneel
The pain hurts. It rips, it tears, it brings heartache It is following in my own wake. Fun at first that's what I saw, A perfect image without flaw. immediately I had to take
Twelve Dear Mr. and Mrs. Anonymous, Who knew you could ever live in a world so perfect. I mean cruel.
It is said that repeating the same task over and expecting different results is the definiton of crazy. But if one repeats the same task over from preschool to college expecting success, would they define us as crazy too?
She grabs a magazine and looks inside All these "perfect women" fill the contents A false reality seen with her eyes Comparing herself to literal nonsense The flawless faces photoshopped to perfection
You only need to ask. I would answer if I could. You rush towards me, Placing a hand against me. Your face twists.
Weaping thing beside my bed,
I stand in front of this mirrorI rub my eyes to try and see clearerI stare at this reflection
Beautiful people everywhere, I'm not one of them! I'm not one of them! Beautiful people everywhere, As far as the eye can see. And none of them look like me
Like a mirror shattered,
her firey eyes burn her pain and use it life coal to fuel her hate gaze into them, you will reviel the ache she will forever feel make way for her tears and her regret shes thought it up, her mind is set
I woke up today with tears in my eyes. Walked down the hall, Mom asked what was wrong; I couldn't lie.. Mom held me close and whispered in my ear Words that still ring, loud and clear:
Mirror on the wall
Among the mirror I continue to stare
My reflection gives me a disappointed glance As I stare back at my appearance. I take a peek inside my head
Looking in the mirror again, Remind my-self to see. The person looking through to me, Is more than just skin deep.
Gazing into your brown eyes, your hurt, your shame.
When you look in the mirror what do you see? I see brown eyes that tell a story, A story that speaks all on its own, A story that is not very well-known, My reflection is a face with countless flaws,
Examine your motives, your heart, yourself Before the others you are near It is better to look inside oneself At your heart, at your inner mirror A mirror reflects the truth inside
I look in the mirror My smile fades Disgust overwhelms me As I go through each day Why am I living? Why am I here? Just to disappoint Living with fear I'm never good enough
I saw a little girl sitting on a bench Crying because she was hurt. No visible scars but on the inside She felt like she had no worth. She felt she was different, bore an ugly visage
Filthy hands shine in the light of the beautiful pain. Glistening in the promise sin offers to gratify the mind’s desires. Relief from the pain in frozen blood cries out. Trembling.
I am convinced thatThese are the days i will remember lookingback and forth between glass,asking what does TruthFeel like?
Let me be me Stop criticizing every move I make Stop judging me, without fair play You make me out to be the villain Though I am the victim For years you acted out
"I'm done," she says to herself.
“Mirror, mirror on my wall Who is fairest of them all? I know it not to be me With how I look, how could it be? I am not thin or sweet or smart. I do not look like a piece of art.
Another 24 hours poured into the cementLiving through another's persons regrets..Just one piece of a puzzle, too big to comprehendCant see the end, left the lights on again
She'd love to say she's confident but she's not. "Hey you're smart!" She doesn't get that alot. She wants to say she's powerful, but she wont. She thinks she's beautiful, but no one else thinks so.
Darkened corners, shadow games,shaking, rocking, trembling, shivering,curled into the corner, broken, desolate,claw marks up and down its arm, deep rivers of blood, nails caked in dried black-red blood, rocking, rocking, creature of tangled smokey
Looking in the mirror I see a girl... I'm watching her scream I'm rewinding her dreams I'm watching her cry I'm practically watching her die I sit back and watch as she tries to wipe the tears from her eyes.
she walks the halls but doesnt speak the pain is voiced by the tear on her cheek her beauty and innocence corrupted by others who point and laugh at the skin she covers a boy who sits alone and cries
Mirrir mirror On the wall What do you see? I am not pretty, thin, or tall. Mirror mirror On the wall What do you know? When all I do is bawl. Mirror mirror
People stand behind me Supporting me Cheering me on They're my closest friends In front of me Are my enemies I know they hate me Their faces filled with disgust
Swallowing large gulps hoping you'll find yourself as you peer at your reflection in that tall cup of gin, strong scent dangling within the airYou're barely there....
I shatter mirrors relentlessly thinking ''what more bad luck is there in the world, than the bad luck I serve every day.'' Bad luck is my parasite, It consumes my little bit
In the midst of the gale I found myself, helpless and pale A girl called Aanu, censorious of the image Staring back at her in the mirror, the horror of her own visage
Four walls with one door: a mirror and sink; water washing my hands and I go free.
I see my sad reflectionEyes staring at me blanklyMystified by your attractionI've been thinking about us lately
The greatest struggle a man faces is himself. How shall I describe man? He is full of trickery, deceit, and lies. He manipulates and twists the world for his best interest. He is a hypocrite.
You dare not look to close You may fear what you might find: A past composed ofFragmented glass, Broken up memories, In no way whole again Scattered across the floor,
I see a girl- She’s shattered. Vanished. She realizes everything she’s been told is true. She just stares. Every memory rushes back to her.
When I was little I loved to rhyme and carry paper and pencil in hand Sadly, momma discouraged me saying crunch numbers, math is in demand However literature and poetry have always been my muse
There was something in the mirror, When I looked into it today, Something else in the mirror, What it was, I shouldn't say. I only caught a glimpse of it As I was passing by,
I write to know that I am alive, I write to know that I feel... the pain, the loss, the sadness, the love...within the pages as they are inked. Imprinting what is real. The memories. I withold may fade over time.
Miss & mR. ROR He screams her name. Shuddering, she reluctantly obeys. He pretends to whisper Fantasies of fame-
I shall not forget you of men and Deep sorrows who scarily follows me About this oddly colored world Of extremes and much far beyond That of my reason.
Unladen accoutrementsstashed away in the folds & potholespock the buttresses of a proto-being;those useless are cast à l’ephemeral obsoletion;fraying in a tympanic lurch.
I looked at her I took a good long, long look at her At moments she was as pretty as the multi-colored sunset, waving goodbye as it faded it into the ocean
Why is it I cannot see myself as clear as thee? I look in the mirror and it is not clear what I am going to be. How do others know me when I do not believe the aspirations and destination that is meant for me?
At this moment, I am inventing the dinosaur; creating toast; conceiving an end to a circle. Against reason, I am endeavoring to produce something beautiful from the dregs of humanity.
Beyond the mirror lives a lass.The notion is crass, but she is pretty.Through the mirror I see her.See her dancing,See her singing.See her alone.
I look in the mirror, but I don’t see my face, I see a lot of things that are pretty out of place. I gather my tools and I primp and I fashion, A mask to hide The flaws I imagined.
I saw her today for the first time She seemed like she had existed for quite a while Her face always a smile, a laugh on her tongue
They say, "The image is perpetual, undistorted, unlike your mind What you see is what is there-- what more do you hope to find?" But, who you are is made of greater things,
I am 20 years young With the power of a king I am you And you are me But we're all the same if you read between. Oh no Wait just a minute Did he say that I know he didn't
Mirrror, mirror on the wall why must we look at ourselves through you and bawl? Why can't we always see our true beauty? What wicked games you play, tricking our minds this way! If I break you will I really have 7 years of bad luck?
There he stands looking at me i never seen him before but yet he looks at me familiarly he has been smiling for the longest time and my face starts to hurt just by looking at him
She lies in bed with me at night, She pushes me to fight, She’s the fire that ignites, And inspires me to write, She says everything will be alright, And from the mirror looks into my eyes,
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.
Gaze into framed-frosted-frozen abyss There deathdark deeps and hidden crags Await all who fall in. Look! There is a self like yourself Gazing back from the gulf Mysterious, leerious, ghosteous
Alone she stands. Her life lay in shatters, Pick up the pieces, girl. Pick up the pieces. A broken mirror, It's grave on the ground. Pick up the pieces, girl. Pick up the pieces.
A reflection I am fat. I am ugly. All of these imperfections. I need to be perfect. I don't eat. Fat equals ugly. The mirror tells me so. My reflection stares back at me. Disgusting.
Look in the mirror Look at what you see Do you see the same girl, The one that I see? When I look at you, I see a beautiful person I see the girl you are, The one you try to hide
Your eyes are small and round They thin when you smile See—liquid brown is their color, hated by most loved by me. • Loving you is-
There has been a monster in the mirror Her stormy gray eyes Flicker with fright Yellow chipped teeth Hide behind paper thin lips Ghost like skin With veins so blue Wrapped around a frame
"Who's the fairest?" They all ask. Deciding can be quite the task. Primping, smudging, popping pimples. Her hair is frizzy, oh but such cute dimples! Not him, not her, Oh and God not him. Did you see his crepey mole-rat skin?
I know you...but how ? Ive seen you... wondering if things will get better. You heard that for every dark night there are brighter days and you want to give up but they say hard work pays.
Short Quick Breaths Try and hold Me together But fail In utter Lack of strength. Massive voids Consume my middle Bigger than me Yet part of Me
I catch myself Glancing in the mirror Looking at the image before me Unsatisfied With how crooked my teeth are With the way my stomach hangs over my pants With the acne on my face Unsatisfied
I flew from circus tents into the great unknown Blue. My feet were stained with the yellow of the desert— still wet. It took one leap for the white wings I keep folded away (only showing whispers
Mirror, mirror do you see this all? Mirror, mirror how could you fall? Mirror, mirror you're no longer on the wall. Mirror, mirror you lay in pieces before me.
I look in the mirror and what do I see? Deep green eyes I see Soft edges of the face I see Her innocent lips tainted with sin I reach out to her. She reaches.
Again, the mirror on the wall torments me. “You are wrong. You have no reason to live. Leave and go away!”
The parallel you see May not be as parallel as you know But the parallel reflects only what you perceive Not what you really may show
Mirrors Look inside. Telling You what to Be-- Perfect... Perfection Define it. Put Yourself into that Place-- Beautiful...
We fear transparency.
From across the room I see you staring, Disappointed and disgusted with me, The staring turns into hateful glaring, Because I am not so ordinary. I look at you and go look who’s talking,
Hey you, over there.
Don’t stare at my hips and thighs, my lips, my neck, with accusations in your eyes Don’t think your looks will make me cry and die inside and want to hide and fly on by mall-aisle five I don’t need your “pretty”
I've been looking in a mirror for so long All the little pieces of me doesn't belong Everything was a lie As I stair all the pieces I felt more urges Everything was a lie