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 freeā¦
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.
