Brynne Cua Poet I do not know?

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.

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Emma Mantle February 16, 2011 at 9:24 AM I like the flow of your poem. It speaks of a lot of depth. I look forward to reading more from you.

Carol Sunshine Brown July 22, 2010 at 12:03 PM Today as I read this piece you have written I am thankful that you have shared it with us. I hope you will present us with more of your poetry in the near future. Don't let your ink dry out. I wish you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be Brynne. Love, Carol

Anthony Nutter July 22, 2010 at 3:22 AM Hard to argue with the many faces of ones self. Excellent piece, I love poems written about mirrors and wrote one my self called Reflection In The Mirror.