Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Stare me down and watch me fall,
Judgemental eyes, scolding tongue,
My self-confidence is stung,
Hair and tum and skin and tooth,
Every line reveals the truth.
Mirror, mirror, reflect me,
Show me what I hate to see,
Body wrapped in teenage skin,
Ugliness outward, within,
Flesh balloons and folds increase,
Vicious thoughts won’t give me peace.
Mirror, mirror, I am you,
Vitriol distorts my view,
Attacking my own self-esteem,
Surface tears and inner scream,
Compare myself with an Ideal;
Is it fake or is it real?
Mirror, mirror, taunt and tease,
Spare me pain I beg you, please,
Eventually I will not bear
To withstand your infernal glare.
Isolate myself from all.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall.
Emma H, 13/05/2016, aged 25
Reblogged this on In Emma World and commented:
It’s Throwback Thursday! Nearly the weekend… Today’s poem was originally posted in February. It’s about the way in which our society encourages us to base our self-worth on looks and image – which can have devastating mental effects.
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I’m very much enjoying your poetry. I’m glad you chose to share it with us. This is so very good.
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Thanks so much for your lovely and encouraging comments! Can’t wait to post some more 😊
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This is so good..
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Thank you very much 🙂
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