My fun house mirror.

My fun house mirror.

A Poem by Nancy

As I look at myself I see

A girl who isn’t pretty,

Who is lacking everything that

Anyone could ever love.

 

Often feeling over looked

The girl next door, the second choice

That choice that’s never made...

 

I wish I could stop looking through

My fun house mirror and see myself,

Through a more flattering light.

 

Looking through this maddening mirror

I’ve lost myself.

The part I found unique and exceptionally remarkable.

Wishing I could turn away

From the scrutiny of this terrible thing I look on

 

Somewhere there has to be someone who isn’t so obsessed with the mirror

And will show me that the mirror has deceived.

© 2011 Nancy


Author's Note

Nancy
I suppose this is about coming to terms with your perception and what you cant change about yourself.

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the poem has eerily a tell-tale relation to my thoughts to be honest. I used to be choked by Napoleon Complex. I appreciate the brilliance you depicted here in the last lines. You are slowly overcoming your obsession about your mirror image I see!

All in all, a lovely poem and it's made my day. Thank you :)



Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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It's always best when we accept ourselves as we are. Those who will be your true friend will do also. And there's a set of eyes out there that see's you as a masterpiece.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Beautiful writing , I love your style

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The hardest wisdom is learning who we are and accept our strength and weakness. The different in people make us special. I like this poem. In a world where the media is based on perfection. Need to find a peace with your self. Thank you for a outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I hate mirrors and photos . . . I don't like he image I see there . . . it is difficult coming to terms with the image that the people who love me all see. Try seeing that other image more.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the poem has eerily a tell-tale relation to my thoughts to be honest. I used to be choked by Napoleon Complex. I appreciate the brilliance you depicted here in the last lines. You are slowly overcoming your obsession about your mirror image I see!

All in all, a lovely poem and it's made my day. Thank you :)



Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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