Mirror

A Poem by Steffi Buchler

Something I wrote a while ago but needed some editing. Not sure how much I like this yet, but I decided to give it a try nevertheless.

I do not back down, I say,

It is not my turn to back down.

After all these years, I think

It is now time for me to see

That you are nothing but a lie.

I think of you as the one in power,

The one who sits, like the devil on my shoulder

Shouting all these words into my ears

- all these words that make me feel miserable.

You are the demon that never leaves,

The one that absorbs my thoughts,

Impressions and feelings, and eventually

Turns them around, brutally, but efficiently.

I try to forget about you, ignore you,

But within seconds you are back

And I cannot do anything but listen.

You make me feel complete,

Like a secret identity I cannot let go of.

If I am a bad human being, yes, you heard me,

Then at least I am something.

Because being bad is still better

Than being lost and nothing at all.

Today is the day I realised that this other identity

Is neither a devil, nor a demon, living inside my head.

(Or again, am I only pretending?)

No, it must be me.

I look into the mirror,

And I see everything that defines me:

Bones, covered in skin, over the muscles

Purple lips filled with blood

And the only person that can ruin me

Gazing into my eyes.

© 2015 Steffi Buchler

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Christopher Robin

Some grammar issues, overall good concept, a little heavy handed with the literal imagery, considering the metaphorical subject matter. There's no stanza or meter conformity, you definitely have a knack for prose and imagery, but I can tell there's greatness in there waiting to be unlocked with the right words, good luck in your journey.