The mirror reflects alot
It depicts ourselves bare
No filter to mask our insecurities
Nor hide our self-proclaimed inefficiencies from us
It shows us for who we are
Before the make up and hairbrush
Turns us to who we want to be
Seen by the eyes not oursLately the mirror has shown me more than my face
It has reflected what lies within
The barrenlands I call my heart
I've seen a darkness on that mirror
So dark it clouds my vision
I found myself shivering
I could swear it was not cold
I found my heart beating faster
I could swear I was not runningI was conflicted by myself
Not knowing what to make
Of that occurrence that I was experiencing in that washroom
My shivering hand let go
As I watched the chew stick fall
I came to a certain realisation
One I was reluctant to believe
I was terrified of somethingI trembled at the very sight
Of my own reflection
I feared the person I've become
Agitated because of the person I saw in that reflection
I froze in a warm room
I calmed myself down
Knowing I still had time
To become who I want to beSo I may fear myself no more
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