The Looking Glass Poem by Kathryn Garner

There’s too many words to tie me down
I just can’t break free
From this prison, this so called me
The illusion these people see
It’s through a window pane
Glass blood red stained
I see myself through these eyes
I see the scars etched on my face
Whiteness the soul that dies

Scar crawling on my skin
Deforming my white face
Scared by the world,
Scarred by the world
By the fact that I can’t replace.
That I can’t replace me
With what I prayed I could be

Why can’t I replace
The eyes in the face
In the looking glass
Why cant I just kill
All that I feel
And kill all the past
Looking in the looking glass

Erasing these past times
Would be erasing me
And then what would I be
Without the sorrow as a reflection
Pitiful I know
But I cant let go
Of what sorrow holds to me
For there’s nothing else left to be

Inside the mirror
Inside of my head
I scream from the fear
Because I believe that I’m dead
Inside the looking glass
I meet all the past
That I plastered into my head
Memorized what his heartbeat said
And now I throb through my veins
But at least I know the pain
Of losing myself, because I lost him
And where I be, if he
Had never stolen my heart
For I’d never fall apart
I’d never have these scars
But I wouldn’t have cared
Nor have dared
If I hadn’t fallen for him
The scars are dead love written on my skin