Perception Interruption Contest

I woke up one morning and to my surprise, Another person’s reflection looked me straight in my eyes, Screaming in sheer horror at what I clearly saw, An image that was not my own made me drop to the floor, How could this be, what had taken place? This woman in the mirror was not my face, Recently I had been wishing that I didn’t look like me, But now that I had changed, it had become very scary, I immediately ran back into my bed, pinched myself to see if this was real, But then I screamed again, that pinch, I definitely could feel, I turned on the TV and instantly saw a tall man wearing a funny hat, He said in a deep raspy voice, “Are you tired of feeling fat” “Do you wish you didn’t look a certain way?” “Are you emotionally drained from negative thoughts that consume you all day?” “I offer you a manuscript to change how you look” “You will only see the change yourself, if you call now, I’ll sent you our free book” I picked up the phone and asked him to send it to me fast, To my surprise, two seconds later, my bell rang and I gasped, I opened the door and their stood a paperback text, It read, “Open me now” it looked quite perplexed, “When you look in the mirror you will be elated everyday” “However, others will still see you your original way” Suddenly these written words made me feel rather sick, Had I wished me away or was this some sinister trick, I began to realize how superficial I had turned out to be, I was the only one in this big world that wasn’t accepting me, Now I would do anything to see my true reflection again, I didn’t want to see someone in the mirror that was just pretend, I quickly called back that man, I knew he would understand “Please sir, I want to look like me” “This is not who I am supposed to be” He said, “Close your eyes and say three times, I love who I am, and then you will get sleepy” Closing my eyes, I thought to myself, how this day had been rather creepy Once again the doorbell rang, I opened it, but no one was there As I walked back from the door, I noticed my long blonde hair At that moment, I realized, I was back to the real me Never again did I wish to be someone I wasn’t meant to be My new focus was on making me beautiful inside I did away with my vanity and sugar covered pride As for that crazy book, it vanished; it was no longer in my room when I returned, What’s even stranger is that I never saw that program on television again; maybe it was just a lesson I had to learn. BY: Sabina Nicole