Stand In Front Of The Mirror Poem by Lina Zuo

Standing in front of the mirror
practise practise prctise
practise untill it becomes perfert

However it gets worse and worse

She can see a well-trained lady
Very confident very sharp and firm
The words come out from her mouth
so easily
that she can't even feel the real meaning

She knows exactly what she wants to say
cause she
practise practise and practise
for a thousands of times

Standing in front of the mirror
She tries to give a gaint smile
But the eyes come out so blank and lonely
The only thing she can offer
were those classical eight white teeth
hanging in her mouth
which are so fake empty and sad

It does get worse and worse

She walks away from the mirror
Puts herself onto the edgeless ground
She closes her eyes and bleaches her minds

The first time
She came out this idea
this poem this piece of emotional feeling
She felt so pure and clean
Only a few lines ten words even

Now she adds so much more
beautiful rhyme fancy letters
so much more that she can't remember
so she pratise practise and practise

The night is coming
She wakes up
walks to the mirror
and tears the paper