Keep Me Away from the Mirror
I am not the figure in the glass,
Stiff and hollow, a shell of the past.
When its reflection catches my eye,
Hatred blooms, and I ask why.
Fear ignites, a flame in my chest,
My hand trembles, unable to rest.
When red spills from my skin,
I lift my head, yet cannot win.
Pieces of me are always gone,
The mirror mocks what I rely on.
Keep me away, I cannot bear
The shattered self that’s never there.
Each time I try to love this face,
The more it fills me with disgrace.
Keep me away, from what I can’t embrace,
A wilderness of mirrors, I’ve lost the race.
Copyright © Prashna Shrestha | Year Posted 2025
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