The Mirror: a Poem and Other Short Stories

The Mirror

Mirror, mirror on the wall
I just want to be pretty, thin and tall
Is that so much to ask, reflecting my image
That's your task

Mirror, mirror
If I dye my hair
Will someone even begin to care?
How is this fair, that my image disgusts me.
How can this be
When everyone says I look fine
When will it be, that my mirror will help me
Guide me
Show me what I want
Need to see

Mirror, mirror
If I starve myself
At least, I'll be beautiful
Forget my health

Mirror, mirror
If I cut my wrists
Will it feel like I exist
Little red lines
So very thin
Hardly a sin
Will I only lose
Or can I win?

My image and I
A war to be fought
Something no one
Would've thought

Mirror, mirror
Don't you see?
What you show, it's ruining me
You're my greatest enemy
I give up.
I'm done.
I will never see the sun

For far too long, it had watched her cry
So the mirror, began to reply
"What you see, isn't true. The misery you feel is locked inside if you. Don't feed your broken soul or I promise one day you will lose control."

With tears streaming down my face, I stand up and begin to pace.
Make me beautiful.
I'll give you power.
The skies are gray and I will pay
Make me loved, make me pretty
You're just a mirror, a pity.

The mirror sighed, "I can try."

Make my hair as dark as night.
"I have never seen a lovelier sight"

My lips as red as the reddest rose.
"Everyone else will want to pose."

My skin as white as the striking snow.
"How can I dare say no."

The mirror looked on
And just as it feared
It watched her disappear.
A façade, a mask and lie
Still, a single tear dropped from her eye

Mirror, mirror
We will be a team
With I as your queen

As so the old story goes,
The beautiful face also,
Has to go
But her heart could never back
She could never be happy
She needed the only thing
She lacked.

And so it went,
A more beautiful girl was sent
A jealousy so strong
A vendetta so long
A hunter's knife
The hunter's strife
The men of seven
And a voice from heaven
A handsome boy
And the poisoned fruit

The mirror wondered what it had done
And I, needed
A gun to my head
The only way
It could end

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Mirror, mirror, friend so kind
How can have this happened?
I have crossed the line
Mirror, mirror
Help me I plead
A friend, I so desperately need
Mirror, mirror answer me please
End my grief, I want to stop, this to leave

Mirror, mirror on the wall?
And then she realized
The mirror never spoke at all.

Thanks for reading! Remember to try reading my novel Starless! You might like it! S\o to anyone who is struggling with image and confidence! Love, W💜