The person in the mirror
She isn't me
She’s what I hope that I
Will never be
Yes, she smart, she’s pretty
She’s confident, she's great
She’s a seemingly perfect person
But she wears my face
But I don't think she likes me
She smirks when I try to smile
She whispers “it’s not worth it”
When I try to look nice for a while
Some days I wake and wonder
Will she have gone away?
And when I look at my reflection
Will I finally see my face?
Or will she be there, grinning
Not leaving me alone
Making me feel like I am wrong
For being in my own home
I know she isn't human
Cause she causes me to see
A fat, ugly monster
In the place of me
I know it can't be true
And I’m not that bad today
But even the most common knowledge
Can’t take the pain away
Does everyone have another?
Person in the mirror
Or am I the only one…
That is what I fear.
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In My Head
PoesiaA collection of my poetry. there is no rhyme or reason between them, they are simply there because i wrote them and needed a place for them to go. i know, my grammar sucks. also, there will be updates whenever i write more poetry.
