Look at the girl.
Smiling and laughing to everybody,
Trying to flirt with guys isn't she?
What a fake girl.
Acting all cheerful,
Just another hypocrite.
Spending all her money generously,
While her parents toil their lives away,
Just for her sake.
Allowing everyone to see her tears,
Just another trick to seek attention.
Everyone who knew her long enough,
Could see the color of her soul.
It was murky, dirty green.
Everyone could see,
All except me.
I was blind,
Too blind to see her true nature.
My heart could not feel,
The lies behind her words.
Being labelled as
I stood up for her.
I fought for her.
When my heart felt the truth and my eyes saw her color,
I realized why people hated her.
I regretted again and again,
Hated again and again.
But what made me detest her the most,
Was the fact that she was always in my reflection.
Topic(s) of this poem: reflection