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Mirror, mirror on the wall
How could you lie to us all?
Telling the fragile that they're fair,
Yet when I look, nothing seems to be there
You've covered me up, so no one can see
I don't understand,
What on Earth did you do to me?
My image buried underneath the fairy tale sand
Many look at themselves all day,
But I cannot, so I've nothing to say
I do not envy those who do,
But I'll never know what I look like,
When there's no one I can turn to
Am I hideous to you, Mirror?
What I don't see is what I've to fear
I feel so torn up inside,
But like my face, my emotions you also hide
You've shown me every face but my own
Life is cruel, you've already made it known
What's the point of labeling me,
When there is nothing of myself to see?
My feelings are raging of all sorts
If I were to take my life,
I'd feel no remorse,
And covered with my blood, the guilty knife
Lonely dagger, take me as I am
For I am invisible,
My life is terrible,
No one would give a damn
Shimmering blade, relieve my pain
My only wish is that one day,
I'll see my face and be sane,
For suicide is but a small price to pay
Penetrating my skin, so pale
Tears of clear and crimson sail
One last look at the knife,
For a second I can see my entire life
Dizzied and scared,
And somewhat impaired,
Curiosity brings me to the wall,
One last time before I fall
A face unlike the others I've seen,
Is it possible, that it's really me?
So innocent, but far too guilty,
Bloody...Dying...Yet filled with glee
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
You've shown me who I am, or who I was
A smile creeps on my face as I fall,
For this is the end of me, or the both of us
A puddle of red stains my skin
A shattering noise as glass daggers stab me again.
It's for the best to die this way,
Suicide is but a small price to pay
To look at the mirror once again
And see who I was, at last.
Finally rid of the pain,
For my life has now come to pass....
- by Communist Mule |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/18/2009 |
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- Title: The Mirror
- Artist: Communist Mule
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Description:
The girl's insecurity towards the mirror lead towards her downfall, or did it?
Another poem written by me (Christen Pickel) Hope you like it! - Date: 04/18/2009
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Comments (4 Comments)
- Communist Mule - 04/18/2009
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hehe wow, I just noticed that too lol
Thank you for the comment, I'm still somewhat new to poetry, so it's nice to know there are people who like my work - Report As Spam
- yaVaho155 - 04/18/2009
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hehe we have the same concept posted just next to each other.
However yours' a lot longer biggrin
and I'm not into suicidal stuff.
Well, what to say, you do know how to write in an enchanting way. good job, a 4 - Report As Spam
- Communist Mule - 04/18/2009
- no, but I do tend to write more on the darker side, I'm glad you like it though
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- Chocomonkee - 04/18/2009
- wow this isn't about you is it? cause you sorta got that feeling..........wow you're so good though
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