Is there something wrong with me?

by cmraugust

My poem that i created is about Melinda on how she looks at herself in the mirrors and tries to find herself in it. She wanted to tell everyone what happened to her at the party, And she thinks something is wrong with her.

Is there something wrong with me?

I am outcast

I watch myself in the mirror across the room

I'm hiding in the bathroom, waiting for the coast to clear

I can't stop biting my lips

It is getting harder to talk

My throat is always sore, my lips raw

Even if I dump the memory, it will stay with me

What is wrong with me?

I adjust the mirror so I can see reflections of reflections

I should have washed it

My face is dirty

I lean into the mirror

Eyes after eyes after eyes back at me

A thousand eyes blink

No makeup. Dark circles

Am I in there somewhere?