The victim approaches, and like the fool that she is, she stands in front of the four sided mirror,tempting me to stir within. Playing with spite is she?
The mirror is my kingdom; here I reign night and day. I lick my lips already anticipating the taste of her desperation ready to leap like the leech that I have become and suck her dry.
I pounce suddenly and drain all the strength and self confidence that barely glimmers in those hazel eyes. But still I hunger for more.
My assault continues as I attack in that moment of weakness, my front line? A shield made withwords that stab like daggers whispered close to her ear.
After battle I turn to my scavenger waysand grow on those fears and insecurities that I nurture and feed.
Prodded and pushed into my pit of self pity and despair, she disappears engulfed in her web ofinvisibility, her light snuffed out like a common matchstick.
Long lost dreams are left to be lost, scattered on windy roads for others to find for she knows they will never be hers, the road to success and happiness is blocked off from her, with a wall so high it stretches onto her vacant cloud nine .
As you can see my defenses’ are strong she will not break free from my clutches .With my gripfirm I dig in my claws drawing blood that lingers on her wrists.
I turn her against her very soul shattering the resistance I call willpower.And then I sing my siren song and entice the doubt and self hatred to surface ,her heart mydrum ,and begin to chant in her veins .
“You are ugly, you are foul”
It’s the truth you hideous troll
Harsh yes I know but you will never achieve your goals so why try.
You are not special in any kind of way, not to her or him.
So let that seed of self doubt grow and blossom no doubt it’s the only thing you can do.
Why fight when the battle is already lost
So let me in I shall not bite believe it or not I am the easy way out.
As the last note fades the girl in front of the mirror walks a way. Tears of disgust glistening on sore cheeks as she can longer gaze upon the reflection I have deemed unworthy.
I watch as pain slowly eats her from the inside out and pause in celebration to wonder at the emotional distress I feel stirring deep within. Surely I should be happy and jubilant for I have won?
Yet the ache continues to pester me.
panic renders me immobile as in a tsunami like wave I am hit with all the insecure feelings of my victim, I drown in the dark murky waters of the pain I had so carelessly caused and I asked myself why I was feeling the emotions of the girl, of the victim.
The answers hangs above my head like a light bulb and I finally understand. I had been attacking myself for the girl in the mirror was me.
[A/N: Hope you all enjoy and connected with my poem .
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