The Mirror- An Inner Monologue

Do we see ourselves in the mirror, or do we see something more?

Gazing at the broken mirror,

Glass littering the floor,

I suppress a shiver,

And search for the door.


But there isn't one out of your mind.


My reflection gazes up,

Multiplied by jagged shards,

And I think, 'How out of luck,

'That I was drawn this card.'


Looking down I see my tear-stained face,

Though it wavers to a blur,

And is with others replaced,

Images on the glass slurred.


I see a girl I never had been,

So innocent and sweet,

Standing next to the woman I wished I was,

Beautiful both outside and within.


She is a stranger carrying my visage,

As if I'd never seen her before,

Lips curved into a smirk of playful mischief

As she gazed up from the floor.


I saw another,

Hidden the back,

And she whispered, "Don't bother-

"We're everything you lack."


I saw all I feared I wasn't,

Everything I wished I could be.

But of the faces looking from the mirror-

Which was me?


Last I saw the most forward one,

A malignant gleam in her eye.

"Why come to a mirror," she said,

"When you know I am the one that in you resides?"


I awoke and gazed in the mirror,

Suppressing a shiver.

All I saw was but one face, my own face,

But I felt it was misplaced.


Was the woman looking so fearfully,

Crying for monsters to disappear,

Fearing they would always be free…


Was that poor thing really me?


A/N: The reason for the frequent line breaks was to show the breaks between stanzas of the poem, since the site's doc manager doesn't support the format I had. Sorry about that.