Author's Note- This is one of the first poems I ever wrote, in eighth grade. I kept it in this collection to show the extreme ways that society's expectations twist young minds. I'm sure many girls have felt this way at some point. This song is one of my favorites. Thank you for reading.
I glance cautiously in a mirror
and what stares back is disgusting.
I turn my head away quick
a sick feeling digging a pit in my stomach
I didn't like what I saw
not one bit.
The knife buried in my drawer calls my name
even louder than before
tempting me, and I dare to listen,
doubts creeping up from the crevices of my mind.
My broken ego leads me across the room
and before I know it
shaking fingers wrap around the cold unforgiving metal
lifting the blade
slowly
mechanically
to the tender skin on my throat.
What if
I never had to see
that horrible reflection again?
What if no one had to lay eyes on this?
The knife presses closer, pinching and stinging
and I swallow nervously.
Every heart beat is slow and careful and significant
this is my duty, this is something I must do.
Fate stands before me, staring me down
eyebrows raised skeptically.
He makes eye contact
as if to say "Are you sure?"
My fists clench tight.
I remember the monster I saw in the mirror
but the knife slips between my fingers
and tumbles to the floor with a
soft
meaningless
pathetic
thump.
I
just
can't
do
this.
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Death and Other Fun Stuff (#Wattys2015)
NouvellesA collection of short stories and poems- science fiction, horror, and fantasy- gathered from the depths of my notebooks. From chilling to electrifying, from thrilling to gruesome... this is a sneak peak at the different corners and crevices of my mi...
