Poetry

Reflection

i look into the mirror,

at a reflection i once knew.

Her eyes which reflected the world

In her hazel colored ocean,

Shimmered like a glass reflection.

And they knew that they would break

at any moment,

and shatter her whole being.

Her hair,  A ravenous black

Swallowed her up in despair,

Waiting for someone to pull her out.

But no one came.

It grew and grew,

Waiting for someone to notice,

Anyone to notice,

That this black colored hair is her power,

To her immortal Soul.

Her skin,  a touch to reality,

Letting her know that she is alive.

Cold to the bone, she let her presence be known,

Skin white as snow,

You could melt her at any time.

You could erase her at any time.

And he knew and touched her cold skin

with his warm hands,

And melted her existence away.

Her heart, if it could speak,

Would scream and scream to be let free.

Free itself from its owners hate,

Free itself from its owners sadness.

It wants to be loved, but she wont let it in.

"Free me" it cries.."Free me from this persons hateful crime"

Her soul wouldn't answer the heart.

She wouldn't free it no matter how much it

cried,

Because they were all stuck and couldn't ease

the pain,

The brain yearned the heart

For its ability to yearn,

But he didn't have to knowledge to know,

how to give in return.

He controlled all but didn't know how to

work.

"Help me" it whispered...

But nobody heard.

I stare at this reflection,

and think to myself,

This is who i am...

But why do i not like where i stand..

Succumbed by my anger,

My fist take a stand,

Punching the glass mirror,

making life break away.

Shattering my existence in front of my

eyes,

Why?!

I can fix it! I screamed.

Crawling on my knees to pick up the

broken pieces.

I pricked my finger on every shard

touched,

My blood filled the bathroom floor,

and soaked my being on the floor.

Stop, i heard. In a whispered tone.

Stars went jumping up and down,

Echoes filled the room.

The shattered pieces got up,

And became one.

A reflection of me covered in blood.

You cant fix this..It whispered again.

This time visible to my ears.

You cant fix this...it said.

-Masked C