Girl in the Glass

Girl in the Glass

A Poem by E.V. Black

no one can save her


Don’t you hear my screams,

ripping me at the seams?


tearing me apart,

shredding my heart


into many little pieces,

folding into creases?


They’re there, inside my head,

haunting me while in bed,


lingering late at night,

never-ending fright,


stealing my breath,

choking me to death,


gripping my chest,

freezing my breast.


That pain no one knows,

the one that never shows,


that hides in sweet smiles,

the one that always beguiles,


the air of mystique

making interest pique,


and seeing the pain,

they don’t want it again.


They want to know her,

they one they favor;

they don’t crave her

and no one can save her,


the girl in the glass,

she who I pass


in the hall, in the dark,

in school, in the park,


a mirror here, water there,

I see her everywhere.


I am she,

she is me.

We will never be free.

© 2017 E.V. Black

Author's Note

E.V. Black
She can never be free.

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Many people have chaos and trauma that lurk deep in that creeps upon them at night when no one is looking. During the day however it is fake smile and painted faces trying to disguise the turmoil within.

The last stanza is very powerful. Never be free is strong and emotional.

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E.V. Black

4 Years Ago

I do too, but a very visceral part of me trusts very few people. Even with my friends, I can't truly.. read more
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4 Years Ago

That is really hard. At least you have poetry as an outlet
E.V. Black

3 Years Ago

Poetry is a wonderful outlet. The way it goes is the best outlet for my feelings.

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Added on March 20, 2017
Last Updated on March 20, 2017
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