Mirror, mirror what do you show?
I really don't know
The reflection is new
Not something I'm use to
Skin as white as snow
Eyes have no glow
A small tremor can be seen
In this poor girls scene
A tight heart tattoo
Lips are looking blue
Crimson runs down her arms
She's whispering don't be alarmed
Mirror, mirror why do you show me this
Is there something I have missed?
This awful thing couldn't be
Who I think I see
The blonde hair is just right
The blue eyes are in my sight
The posture looks familiar
In my head she whispers
Mirror, mirror now I see
The dreaded thing is me
My inner desire
Strung on a wire
For the world to decree
But now I'm not afraid
I have a battle blade
The voice inside
Whispers the lies
But in the end
I couldn't defend
Against the nameless beast
And I'm back to the beginning feast
Mirror, mirror here we are
Another round, another scar
I guess from yourself you can't escape
Or else I'd already be away
YOU ARE READING
Sad Souls
PoesíaThings I never had the courage to say aloud but wrote down instead, hoping that one day another soul like myself would come across it; hoping that someday someone could relate and be able to say 'I am not alone.' ♡Poetry♡ (Cover wasn't drawn by me)
