Reflection

its about who I portray, and not showing who I am.

Who is this person I see in the mirror?
She is not who I portray.
That girl in the mirror knows nothing of pain,
know nothing of fears.
Who is that girl in that mirror…
who is my reflection?

Can I not escape her blue eyes?
For where ever I look, they are there.
Those eyes, so full of laughter,
can know nothing of tears
Whose eyes are those in the mirror…
are the my reflection’s?

How can the mirror show me a smile?
When I know I’m crying.
That mouth, curved just so,
couldn’t be the one, which has screamed for so many years.
Whose mouth am I seeing in the mirror…
how does my reflection use it so easily?

It is no mirror that people see,
they all think that my reflection is me.
Not knowing that those eyes are not mine,
for they only see the laughter that make them shine.
People do not see the forced smile I show,
they do not see the pain grow.

My Reflection, has a mind of its own,
not letting my ownself be shown.
Someone break this fragile mirror,
my hurt be seen, let people leer.
Please care enough about who I truly am,
and don’t be fooled by My Reflection…the conniving little Lamb.

Author's Note

I'm tired, so if it isn't perfect, oh well. Its 6 25 a.m. give me a break.

Reviews

[visions of doom]

go back to that mirror chuckles , tell it to look again . not at the tired eyes or the forced smile but to look deeper , far deeper, into the beautiful heart that bursts with love and then the mirror should look into the mind that create this poem and gaze in awe . then throw the ruddy mirror in the dustbin and close your eyes , see the you we all see and smile .

[Cherrie Palmer]

sometimes your own reflection can be a most unfamiliar thing. This is a master piece of emotion.

[bluessadmood]

Oh so much pain but so much loveliness in these words..
who is in the mirror..she knows nothing of pain ,nothing of fears
Cant I escape her blue eyes,everytime I see her there..the eyes ,the laughter
Oh mirror how could you show my smile,when I am crying..Screaming
People think the reflection is me,the never know,the eyes not mine,the laughter never mine
will someone break that mirror..want to live my true life,my hurt be seen,let people leer
Please see who truly I am ,not be fooled by a reflection..of the that smiling lamb..
So much beauty to these bitter words..how you express feelings so true
lovely write..

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

Wow i can really relate to this...it seems i do the same thing...ppl only see what i want them to see.
Great Job :)