Hayley Foster

Mirror Me

When I stare into the mirror,
What is it I see?
I see my own reflection,
Staring back at me

But then I look deep within,
The mirror of my soul
I see my present, and my past,
And what the future holds

I see myself as what I am,
And what I could have been
I see the shadow side of me,
That’s hidden deep within

As I stare at my reflection,
Staring back through my own eyes
I see myself as others do,
But I also see the lies

Others cannot see, of course,
This person I conceal
They know the person I’ve become,
But my other side is real

The mirror rids me of disguise,
Of Hatred, Truth, and Tears
I see myself through my own eyes,
And see my deepest fears

Maybe I should end it all,
So many ways to die
I lean up against my wall,
And suddenly begin to cry

The tears stream down my face,
As I begin to say good-bye,
Good-bye sunshine, good-bye dad,
Can’t say I didn’t try

Then I look into the mirror,
And see me standing there
A troubled, lost, and lonely child,
With tearstained cheeks and matted hair

The mirror has two faces,
One of truth, reality
The other is what others see,
My made-up fantasy

Well mirror thanks for being there,
But it’s time I step away
It’s time my mask came off for good,
The real me is to stay

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 21, 2009

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  • Kate LechoeKate Lechoe (11/5/2015 6:58:00 AM)

    Nice poem. People see a different side of us but we should see the whole of ourselves and appreciate.

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  • Ellie Carr-Anza (1/4/2010 12:20:00 PM)

    beautiful.. we all have a mirror..

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  • Gold Fish (10/21/2009 8:41:00 AM)

    Well spoken. You know yourself better than anyone else. However, no matter how good the mask, some will see the real you seeping through. Masks are fun for a time, a kind of disguise, but then you feel unreal and desire to be known for who you truly are. Great poem. Thanks for sharing.

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