Poems From The Heart

"The Mirror"

"The Mirror"

Every day is the same.

Every day, they will come.

They fiddle with their hair,

They stare at The Mirror, hoping,

Praying,

They look okay.

They drown in the river of insecurities

That is threatening to swallow them whole.

Some will cry,

Tears sparkling like jewels falling down

Their crestfallen faces,

As the arms of comfort wrap around

The girl’s shaking shoulders

As heartbroken voices tell her she’ll be okay….

Well, eventually.

Her sobs echo throughout the room.

She doesn’t want to cry,

But she can’t deal with this anymore.

She is too blinded by adolescence

To see that she is

Perfect

Just the way she is

And the Mirror is lying to her.