Ups and Downs: Short Poems ✔

Poem # 20- Mirror

I once looked through the mirror—
"Hmm, not bad... I don't look like a terror!"
I gazed at myself; my reflection immensely peered at me,
Staring at me with all of its capacity.

I slowly grasped my cheeks,
As my reflection softly copied my movements
I trailed my fingers downwards,
And suddenly— I stumbled upon my chest.

I moved my hand to the left—
It's on my throbbing red; I felt
I slowly drummed my fingers on that area
"There's something... wrong."

My face— hoaxing me!
It wasn't compatible with my current surroundings!
My hands, my mirror!
It wasn't full of glee; it was full of terror!

I quickly backed down and lay on my couch
It wasn't joy; it was grouch!
With the doubt I provoked, I was ready to do a task,
"I should've realized," I said and put on my mask.