Doppleganger

We are whom we hate.

She sits on the floor

hair the colour of autumn

hiding her black eyes.

 

She looks up and glares

a pathetic sight

greets her eyes.

 

Tear stained cheeks

red eyes and

running mascara.

 

She stands slowly

and glares harshly

at her own reflection.

 

Anger has made

her delicate hand

into a solid fist.

 

She slams it hard

into the face of

her Doppelganger.

 

"I hate you!"

she screams

"F*****g b***h!!"

 

She beats the glass

till there is nothing left

but shards.

 

She stops screaming

and silently disappears

into herself once more.

 

N. Strong

 

Reviews

[TheFemininePad]

I just had to look up who wrote this poem for my unique and original writings contest. I'm glad that I found the writer. This poem was powerful, and really caught my attention. This is unique in the way that you present your emotions. At times I feel like the person in this writing, and this helped to convey what you were showing. I think this is a great poem. Thank you for the interesting read.