Behind the Mirror
My whole life, I've barely known a world
Outside of my own little room.
Mother always said I couldn't go out
Because the kids would make fun
Of my pig nose.
So I don't even know what grass feels like
Beneath my feet.
That was when I was little.
Now I'm a grown woman
Of twenty-four.
Twenty-four and still at home
Living under my mother's
Watchful eye.
Now that I'm old enough
To marry, suitors come from
All over the city to
Court me from
Behind the mirror.
I can see them, but
They only see themselves, and a
Seemingly mysterious voice
Talks to them as it tries
To befriend them.
They whisper sweet nothings
To try and win my love.
Or is it my dowry they want?
When I trust them enough,
I reveal my true identity to them.
But they always run.
It's happened every time, so
I've given up.
I'm okay with the fact that I will
Always be here,
waiting, wishing, wondering…
Will someone ever come and rescue
Me from this prison
Behind the mirror?
So this is my 3rd attempt at poetry, ever! I'm kind of scared to see how it goes over, but, yeah. This obviously takes place before Max/Johnny comes into the picture, so...I hope you enjoyed, and please review!
