She looks in the mirror

She looks in the mirror
What does she see?
A girl looking back at her
Hurting deep inside
But hiding it with a smile
Trying to hide her feelings inside
But there filling up
And sooner or later, there going to overflow
Her emotions are like the ocean
And with each day, it only gets deeper
She's tired of it
Waking up each morning, dreading the day
Dreading the comments that they say
But she walks with this confidence
As if nothing can get to her
Like nothing can hurt her
But truth is, everything hurts her
Every word she hears, leaves a cut on her
She's a damage soul not knowing what to do
But she doesn't let her feelings show
Because she's been taught that shows weakness
So she doesn't let anyone see what they do to her
She's as beautiful as a rose
But even roses have thorns
Thorns that stab her
Over and over
And each stab, leaves a new scar
But when she looks in the mirror
She sees her
Not the perfect self she let's everyone sees
But the imperfect self
Her damaged, scarred, imperfect self
The person she let's no one see
Except herself

Author's Note

Ignore Grammer problems. Also this is my first piece in a very long time so don't be too harsh

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

For being a long time since you wrote anything I think you did quite well. To be perfectly honest I think you did quite well regardless. Most people I read here can produce poetry like this.


There's an old sociologist named Erving Goffman; he wrote a book called "The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life". One of the things I remember most from it was his comparison of the external life and the internal life to the front stage of a play to the back stage of that play. The best thing about poetry, I think, is that we can combine them in a relatively abstract way and feel comfortable showing it to the world. I feel like this poem does something like that... and I bet if felt good to write and post this.

Well done. It's not easy to honestly do that, even relatively anonymously on a random poetry site... that's not always easy. It almost always hurts at first to bring those worlds together in any capacity. But if you keep doing it you will find that above all else - it can be incredibly empowering.

Don't stop writing like this. It's not only cathartic for you but it's actually objectively good content for the rest of us to ingest.

[Alisia]

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! That means a lot. I know I haven't been posting for a while but I just posted something and would love for you to read. I'm glad you enjoyed this piece. This is honestly my favorite piece I wrote. Again, thank you for the kind words!!

[Rebecca J Martin]

Honestly... I think it was honest and deep! I can relate to this poem at a younger age. It truly was beautifully 'imperfect'

[Akash gaikwad]

What poem made imagine is that a person who wears a mask but now the now the mask is broken but still wears it. Though her scars are bleeding but I think it not she who have wore mask but may be the people around her who act blind. Thank you for sharing this amazing poem.

[Correspondence]

Wow. This is a very raw and honest piece. Although the meaning runs deep; hopefully it wouldn't be rude to ask to see more work this true and unrefined. Awesome work :D

[Alisia]

Thank you very much. That means alot. I've been working on some more pieces so I will post more work very soon! Thank you again for your feedback 😊

[Correspondence]

Awesome :)

[¿]

Nope...will never be harsh at such wonderful expressing piece...!
A well known costume in the world is fake smile...even if all know...none shows that fake but as if tis beyond real.....
Great expressed...will love to read more from you☺

[Alisia]

Thank you so much. It means a ton. I'm currently working on more pieces and will post them soon. Thank you again for your feedback 😊

[¿]

You're heartedly welcome😊