Mirror, Mirror
When I look in the mirror, all I see is you.
Just you.
I’m tired of looking at you.
Being like you.
Acting like you.
No one likes you, you know.
At least I think I know.
Go away.
Far away.
Don’t come again another day.
Where did you go?
What did you become?
Why are you there?
Do you like it?
Are you happy?
Mirror, tell me…
Tell me why when I look in the mirror all I see is you…
2 Comments
buffy
did u write that or is it quoted from somewhere…it’s good, discerning but good
Laura
No quotes….that is me….just sitting back and using free thought. It’s a rare occurence…ha