Smash the Mirrors

Reflections stare back at me

From the dimly lit mirror.

Those faces are not my own,

Are they?

They couldn’t be?

In front me stands

All those I hate.

She, who I would kill,

Stand before me,

Staring back.

He, whom I cannot stand,

Laughs at my confusion.

It, that which I fear,

Stands menacingly in front of me.

It cannot be!

Are these all part of myself?

Can these people I hate,

All be a piece within me?

Oh, God, this cannot be!

Please, smash the mirrors;

Send the shards flying!

I don’t want to face me

If this is what I have become.

I beg of you,

Crack the glass;

Destroy the reflections.

Please, I can’t look at myself,

Because it would seem,

I am my own worst enemy.

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel29August2008

 

Reviews

[Orlando Murcia]

I have felt like this at times
Iused to cuss myself out in the
mirror I hated myself

Ican definately relate to this

Great work!!

and thank you for sharing

Orlando M

[Lady Insomnia]

Wow... intense. I feel like that sometimes. Wanting to destroy my own reflection. And when the mirror is shattered, you look back at your distorted reflection, and somehow it seems clearer than before.