Treasure Island

kaliaha hogue


when i look in the mirror


when i look in the mirror i cry because the site of me is dead inside.
when i look in the mirror i hate what i see.
im not the girl i use to be.
when i look in the mirror i see a black shadow hovering
but when i look again that black shadow is me.
when i look in the mirror i want to break it
but i cant so i sit there looking at this girl that was taken.
when i look in the mirror i stare at it hoping this reflection would just go away
so i turn off the light and walk away.
when i look in the mirror what do i see i see this girl i wish wasn't me.
so i fix my reflection and put on a smile while the anger, hatred, depression,
and sorrow settles down until tomorrow where i can no longer hate the image i
see when i look in the mirror
Because that image is me

Submitted: Saturday, December 17, 2011
Edited: Saturday, March 08, 2014

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  • Kee Thampi (12/17/2011 8:05:00 PM)

    The reed on a narrow river
    so i fix my reflection and put on a smile while the anger, hatred, depression,
    and sorrow settles down until tomorrow where i can no longer hate the image i
    see when i look in the mirror (Report) Reply

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