Mirror Mirror.
On the wall.
Do I share my terror,
do I call?
For help?
For a shoulder to weep on,
Mirror Mirror,
on the wall,
Do I fall into a dark sleep?
Who is the one, and is there even someone at all?
Mirror Mirror
on the wall.
Why do you reflect the ugly in me?
Is there any beauty at all?
I am cold.
Mirror, when will I be too old?
Don't look at me like that.
Please, Mirror.
Just scat.
But Mirror Mirror,
on the wall,
must I brawl?
Which side will win?
You, or me?
And even if a shard were to scrape my chin,
the blood would still belong,
to the mirror on the wall.
And should I tumble in song?
Or should I crumble in a brain that an animal belongs in?
I am the animal.
In an encased, ceremal heart.
Mirror Mirror,
on the wall,
why do you reflect on all my hurt?
Am I just
an idiot?
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Maeve's Poetry
PoetryThis is a bundle of my poems. Yes, those I write too. Feedback is always allowed! These poems may not be pretty, and some may be. These poems are the plump heart to darkness and light. Red, and grim, but still beating, and now in your hand, I give y...
