Mirror
They constantly trample my dreams.
They hover over my fear.
They critisize my every stumble.
They scowl at my every tear.
They laugh and tell me I am weak.
They tell me to stop crying.
I beg for them to go away.
They tell me to stop trying.
And when I feel I will break
They try to make me agree.
But 'It's too late, I hate you now'
Is all they'll get from me.
Some will try to stop this cycle
But I know it can't be broken.
Can't you see the look in my eyes?
It's hopelessness unspoken.
I'll turn my tear-streaked face away.
I don't want your help or pity.
They nod with grim satisfaction.
'Cause this is MY forbidden city.
All this guilt, remorse, and fear
They make it so much nearer.
Why don't you fight back? you ask.
'Cause they are the ones in my mirror.
Copyright © Brynne Cua | Year Posted 2010
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