Mirror

You’re going out looking like that?

My makeup is like a black paint bucket had fallen on my face

My outfit is the result of a tornado at a metal rock band concert

My hair is black, spiked up hair with red bangs like a bump-it

My reflection

Aren’t you going to change?

No, I don’t have to listen to you!

You don’t want society staring at you, do you?

I hoisted the white chipped frame of the reflecting surface

To the sky and back

S att ed

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My face forms a Cheshire cat smile

My feet lead me out the front door with excitement

My self-confidence can now be freed from the weight the world has placed on me called

Expectations

Reviews

[The Concept of Complete..]

I love this! Do you know how long it took my to find a poem as good as this?

[annabellee]

Such a powerful write. The mirror can be a b***h sometimes.
Loved it :)