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Rhiannon Southon

new zealand
Monday, February 26, 2007

The Image

looking into a mirror,
I will tell u what I see,
I can see an image staring back at me,
mocking me,
why does that pretty face mock me?
why does she just stand there every time I stare into that mirror,
I feel like hurting her, yet the image looks familiar,
feels familiar then I suddenly realize who it is,
it is me.
Am I that pretty?
I do not think so, but she still stares.
We stare at each other mocking each other,
who will get tired first?
who will weaken first?
Do u know who does?
I do because she is too strong
She is a nice image now,
no longer do I want to hurt her.
Because I no longer want to hurt myself
the image feels so real,
she is real,
she IS me
Rhiannon Southon
Topic(s) of this poem: self image,self discovery
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COMMENTS
Chinedu Dike 11 September 2020
An expertly worded introspective piece of poetry. Well expressed thoughts and feelings — inspirational and full of passion.
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