Mirror, Mirror
An obscure, ambiguous figure looks back at me.
Penetrating me, seeing right through my mask of lies.
Knees buckle, arms shake, shaken as can be.
Glossy eyes filled with emotions no words could describe.
Grief, anxiety, anguish, and poignancy.
Naked eyes looking back at me silently pointing out my flaws.
Shoulders hunched, confidence lacking.
Arms crossed, hiding as much as I can from the figure.
But she stares on, laser eyes carving my insides out.
Consuming me, shrinking me, dooming me.
What the figure doesn't realize is that she's backward and is judging herself.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
