My Mirror Poem by Tessa Monaghan

There are those times
Where nothing is right,
You look down on yourself
Nearly every night.
She sits on the ground
Right in front of her mirror,
There’s not much sound
Not a single dropped tear.
The tears she shed
Are not alone,
With so much in her head
Everything is shown.
No one is there to see
How she truly feels,
Never being let free
From what is so unreal.
She sits there alone
Hugging her knees to her chest,
Feeling like a combat zone,
She cries out distress.
She sits there and stares
Only seeing her tear filled eyes,
And the flaws she wears.
Never seeing what others try
To convince her
What she is according to them
And all that she infers,
Are lies and blurs.

Inside and out she’s covered in scars
Looking back at herself
Seeing everything from behind bars
Setting it all out on a shelf,
She lays out her life
And how she had felt,
Dissecting it all with a knife
Looking at how it was dealt.
She sees her flaws
She sees her mistake
And sits there with a long pause—
And finally—she breaks.
Tears flow down her hot cheeks.
Filled with everything she had held back
Of everything that’s made her weak,
Seeing everything she lacked.
Feeling no importance,
Like a piece of meat,
And incomplete.

Not knowing what to do next
She sits there alone
Ignoring all her text
And every alert tone.
I sit on the ground
Right in front of my mirror
Without much sound
Not a single dropped tear.
As the tears I shed
Are not alone
With so much in my head
Everything is shown.
No one is here to see
How I truly feel,
Never being let free
From what is so unreal.
I sit there alone
Hugging my knees to my chest,
Feeling like a combat zone
I cry out distress.