Monsters in the Mirror

Monsters in the Mirror

A Poem by Duckey
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This poem is a sad poem, written from the point of view of a young girl. It's not very good, i wrote it in like 10 mins, but i'm looking for advice on how to improve so :)

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I'm seeing stars again
Bright burning stars 
Stars that shine with extraordinary radiance 
Those stars are in your eyes 

They make your face look dark 
I'm afraid
They give you shadows 
Shadows that cover your smile 

Although your eyes are bright
Your smile is sad
And i didn't understand 
Because i thought you were happy

But somewhere between yesterday and today
And summer and winter 
They just went out, one by one
And they never came back
 
Now the life in your eyes has gone as well
They just look tired
And sadder than they did before 
They don't shine, at least not with stars

But at least i can see your smile now
You have a radiant smile
A smile that intermittently 
looks a little too happy


When i asked 
If you were okay
you pulled on your jumper sleeves
And your smile faltered for just an instant 

I was scared
I didn't know why
I didn't comprehend 
I was only young

It was one of our last days
When you were sitting alone
Your tears dripping on your book
As you tried to stop your hands from shaking

I put my arms around you 
Like one would put their arms around a child 
Your tears continued 
And you shook 

Now you only had a few days left
And i fell over
A fiery pain creeping up my leg 
And my blood spilled on the path in front of you  

It was the first time
Id ever seen you take your jumper off
And you wrapped it around me 
Not caring in that moment that i could see your skin

It was shining with lines
Long white lines that criss-crossed 
Across your arms and your wrists 
Your shoulders and back 

And you asked me if i was okay
I should have been the one asking you
But the drawings on your skin
Mesmerized me

They were the kind of drawings
You did at 3am
In the hope you wouldn't be caught 
Because the pain would make you finally feel something 

I could see the lines 
Disappearing 
Beneath your shirt
And i asked you what happened

You told me you were attacked
By a monster filled with hate 
Who was tall with dull brown eyes
And was hurting more than anything

And you never explained to me
Why the monster
Whom you hated so much 
Had the same name as you did 

And then at your funeral 
They told me you were the monster
And i told them you were not 
You couldn't be 

You were my dull eyed boy
Who liked to draw
And wore jumpers in the summer
And never explained to me why the monster had your name

You were the boy who played chess
And read books
And fell over more times than i could count 
And never explained why the monster had your name 

You were my starry-eyed boy
With soft hair
And shiny scars on shiny skin
Who never explained to me why the monster had your name

It was many years after
When i finally understood
Why you never told me
Why you couldn't tell me 

I figured 
You thought i wouldn't believe you
About the monsters in the mirror
The monsters in your name 

How they stare at you 
With bleeding eyes
And bleeding skin

But i see them as well
I see her sad eyes
And shiny scars on shiny skin
Covered in drawings

But i will never leave anyone
To wonder why 
The monster had my name

© 2015 Duckey


Author's Note

Duckey
Sorry if there are any grammatical errors in this, it was typed up hastily. Just let me know what you think!

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That. Is one of the most amazing poems I've read in a while. I can't put it into words, it's just brilliant!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Duckey

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much :) It means so much to me that you say that.

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Duckey
Duckey

Perth , Australia



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Hi! My name is Emily, I am from Australia and i write a lot of sad poetry, and sometimes short stories. I have loved reading ever since i was little, and now as i have gotten older i have learnt to lo.. more..

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