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Mirror, Mirror

by Tragic_Oneliner 0 reviews

During this poem, I wasn't struggling so bad with self-image as it seems. I also know that in many of my poems, I may sound kinda...suicidal. Well...I was just letting my feelings out on paper.

Category: Poetry - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Angst - Published: 2010-03-02 - Updated: 2010-03-03 - 132 words

Mirror, Mirror

Reflections have the hardest jobs,
To keep us happy all day long,
But everytime I see myself,
In that mirror on the shelf,
I feel angry, I feel betrayed,
Why did God make me this way?
So, instead, I'll break all my mirrors,
Instead of crying, I'll bleed my tears,
Pain makes me feel better now,
Inside me lays a silent vow,
I wanna see this mad world end,
Sometimes I wish that I were dead,
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who's the fairest of them all?
It's not me, I see that now,
The show is over...Tonight,
I take my final bow.

A/N: Ugh...I really hate this poem right about now. Not sure why I'm even posting this one, 'cause it's a complete trainwreck. Grr....
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