A Broken Mirror
#8 of Poems
It's interesting how our society today is somewhat focused on looks. I can't deny that I've written this from personal experience.
In front of me is a broken mirror
Reflecting what I all know too well
A face which I hate sometimes,
Maybe even all the time.
No matter what I do
The mirror always seems cracked on the face.
Even if I try something new,
It's still the same.
I'm not proud of it, like I said.
I'll probably stop caring once I'm dead.
Even though people see it differently,
I see the face as ugly.
For other people the mirror rarely breaks.
Perfect face,
Perfect hair,
Perfect eyes,
Perfect body,
To be honest, sometimes I feel a bit envy.
Insecurities wash over me due to my past.
Maybe it has influenced me to think like this.
The memories will live on until I die.
That is not a lie.
It cannot be erased.