The Girl In The Mirror Poem by Paige Noble

The Girl In The Mirror



I Looked In The Mirror. I Stopped And Stared.
A Young Girl Looks Back. Lonely And Scared.
Her Eyes Are Fearful. Shes Desperate And Weak.
But Still They Stare Back. Dull And Bleak.
Shes Praying For A Help No-One Will Give.
Its Seems Pretty Cruel To Make Her Live.
Her Eyes Call Out 'Help Me Please'
Those Eyes Are Like Doors. And I Have The Keys.
She Looks Isolated. She Just Wants Some Help.
She Can't Shout, Can't Scream Cant Even Yelp.
I Want To Help Her And Offer A Hand.
But I Cant. We're Both Alone In This Land.
Shes Just A Kid-It Just Isn't Fair.
She Should Be Having Fun. Free Of A Care.
She Looks So Young But Her Eyes Disagree
After All Shes Been Through Shes Closer Sixty.

She Picks Up A Blade. And Digs It Right In.
Leaving A Mark On Her Wrist. Red And Thin.
But Thats Not Enough. It Digs In Again.
It Doesn't Look Real. Like Ink From A Pen
Yet Its Still Not Enough. She Deserves More.
The Blood Flows Out Onto The Floor.
She Broken Down. Shes Torn Up Inside.
Free Love. Free From A Guide.
I Look In Her Eyes. Tears Start To Form.
Then She Glares Back. Angry And Forlorn.
Shes Angry At Me. Yet I Dont Know Why.
But Still She Glares Back. Fire In Her Eye.
She Smirks At The Blade. Plunges It In Again.
Shes Craving This Pain. But So Am I. I Guess That Means We're Friends.

Yet I Still Hate Her. She Still Hates Me.
She Wants Me To Realise. She Wants Me To See.
She Needs This Pain. She Smiles As It Grows
Just Like A River The Blood Now Flows.
I Pity Her, She Pities Me Back.
Then She Turns Hostile. Like A Viscious Attack.
I Look Harder. I Suddenly See.
That Girl In The Mirror. That Girl Is Me.

This Girl In The Mirror. This Girl Thats Alone.
This Girl That Responds In A 'Dont Care' Tone.
This Girl Full Of Pain. This Girl Full Of Hurt.
This Girl Full Of Badness, Madness And Dirt.

I Pitied Myself 'Cause Nobody Cared.
I Looked At Myself And Knew It Just Wasnt Fair.
I Hold My Own Gaze With My Own Peircing Eyes.
And Look At That Girl That Lived A Life Of Lies.
Then I Look At My Arm-What Have I Done?
Then It Hits Me. Like A Fireing Gun.
I Fall To The Floor And Drift Away.
With That Girl In The Mirror. Forever I Will Play.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Eric Lee 11 August 2009

nice i relly enjoyed it not exactly my point of seeing sorrow and solving it but its a good poem

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