Poems

Broken Mirrors

I stand in front of the mirror

I can't bear to look at me

I hate what I keep seeing

What is this thing? Who's she?

Opinions are like mirrors

They're not always what they seem

They can be broken and shattered

Much like the younger me's dream

So I look into the mirror and

I hate what looks back with pain

The rough skin, and darkened eyes

Negative thoughts flood through my brain

Life is like a flower

It sprouts up from the ground

But sometimes even in the beauty

No peace or joy is found

I know what I am doing

And I know that I am blind

Ringing in the back of my head

Are the voices that call me blind

Blind to the joy pulsing through my veins

Blind to what I once adored

But now thinking of fun

I'm getting kind of bored

What's the point to my existence 

When I'm a grain of sand in the beach

Where is my potential

That I know I'll never reach

"What are you doing?!"

A voice screams in my head

"You have to learn to love yourself

Before you end up dead"

So I looked up at myself

Who's this person in the mirror?

Maybe I don't need to hate her

If I look a little clearer

Peeling back the layers

I might not be just right

But maybe I can love myself

For more than just one night

Tracing the outline 

Of the girl I now see

How can I love her

This one that you call me

So I look back again

The broken glass thrown aside

Maybe all her flaws

I won't need to hide

Opinions are like mirrors

They're not always what they seem

But they can be cleaned and shine

Much like the younger me's dream

So I look into the mirror and

I love what looks back, with no pain

The pretty skin, and brightened eyes

These new thoughts flood my brain

Life is like a flower

It sprouts up from the ground

But sometimes even in the darkness

New peace and joy is found

I know what I am doing

And I know that I was blind

And somehow I love the new me

The girl I could never find

There's a point to my existence 

When I'm a grain of sand in the beach

I have so much potential

That I know someday I'll reach

I still have the broken shards

Pop up over here and there

But now they don't bother me so much

And now, ha, I even love my hair

I'm not the perfect girl

Trust me I'm far from it

But maybe I can love myself

And one day even show it

So now when I look up

At the girl I know call me

Once again I know my name

And I am now happy