Luminous [A poetry collection] ~ Canvas of Words

~ t h e g i r l o n t h e o t h e r s i d e o f t h e m i r r o r ~

Nothing but a disgusting mess,
she thinks,
as she stares at her reflection.

Tired eyes,
oily skin,
and too much fat on her hips.
Straggly hair,
dry lips,
how is she supposed to go out like this?

She hates it.
She hates her ugly reflection.
That monster of a girl.
It terrifies her
every time
she dares to look in the mirror.

But little does she know,
on the other side of the fragile glass,

there's a girl
like her,
and she's threatening to break.

Break under the weight of her words,
and the hatred of her stares.
Crumble under the clenched fists,
and under the icy glares.

She doesn't know the girl
on the other side of the mirror.

They're so much alike,
yet so far apart

and it hurts,
both of them.

It hurts,
when she screams into the glass,
blaming the girl for her loneliness.

It hurts,
when tears roll down her cheeks,
forcing the girl to mock her sobs.

If only she knew her,
the girl on the other side of the mirror,

then maybe,
she'd not be so hard on herself.

Maybe,
she'd try to love her
like she would want to be loved.

Maybe,
she'd try to smile more often,
knowing the girl will return it
whenever she meets her eyes
in the tear-stained glass of the mirror.

The mirror that holds the cries
and the screams
and the hopes
and the dreams
and the girl on the other side,
still waiting for the day,

the day she'll be seen,
the day she'll be heard,
the day her whispers will break through the border:

"You, my dear, are so, so pretty."