Me

Mirror, mirror on the wall As the cool winds begin, from Fall A looming figure stood over me, skinny and tall The face covered with a garment, suppressing a call “Help,” I hear a faint whisper, “nothing is good, nothing at all” “You are not worthy, you look like a rag doll” The figure made me feel so small, suddenly she began to scrawl ‘I AM’ the letters were scratched on the wall I close my eyes and try to stall My eyes opened and written on the wall, Was ‘YOU’, and in my hands, lay my shawl