A Poem by Nyida Strong

We are whom we hate.


She sits on the floor

hair the colour of autumn

hiding her black eyes.


She looks up and glares

a pathetic sight

greets her eyes.


Tear stained cheeks

red eyes and

running mascara.


She stands slowly

and glares harshly

at her own reflection.


Anger has made

her delicate hand

into a solid fist.


She slams it hard

into the face of

her Doppelganger.


"I hate you!"

she screams

"F*****g b***h!!"


She beats the glass

till there is nothing left

but shards.


She stops screaming

and silently disappears

into herself once more.


N. Strong


© 2009 Nyida Strong

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I just had to look up who wrote this poem for my unique and original writings contest. I'm glad that I found the writer. This poem was powerful, and really caught my attention. This is unique in the way that you present your emotions. At times I feel like the person in this writing, and this helped to convey what you were showing. I think this is a great poem. Thank you for the interesting read.

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Added on September 11, 2009


Nyida Strong
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