Closing my eyes
To dull the pain
Wil I open them?
I give in, again
I look into the mirror
What do I see?
To tell you the truth
It disgusts me
Then I glance at the girl
doing like me
But how does she feel?
What does she see?
She sees what I do
When I look at me
Why does she see this?
She's so skinny
Then I look at me again
Just a second glance
Have I lost any weight?
Just by chance
Has my acne cleared up?
Have my teeth turned white?
None of this happens
Its an everlasting fight
A fight with the mirror
No punches are thrown
All that it has done
Is let my flaws be shown
This bad body image
It doesnt feel right
But I will do it
I will win the fight
I am beautiful
Thats what i will think
My fear of the mirror
will be over in a blink
But its not that easy
This I cannot think
Sometimes image will
Push you to the brink.
The brink of hatred
The brink of despise
Maybe I am blind
To whats in front of my eyes
Away from this place
in a place way up there
thats where I'll go
noone will care
I'm sick of this hate
That I feel for me
I can no longer stand it
I can no longer be
I close my eyes
to dull the pain
Will I open them?
Never again
Well, you have such powerful display of imagination in this poem. a wonderful write. But don't ever be sad, you are beautiful as i behold. Besides, no one is really ugly in the eyes of God. thanks and best wishes, melvin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The corporeal image into the mirror is the representation of the mental one. Into the poetic mirror this author shows candour and sensitiveness.