Mirror mirror on the wall
Please tell me who I’m looking for
Mirror mirror on the wall
Why do you allow my reflection let me fall
Mirror mirror on the wall
I cannot tell how old or young I am anymore
Mirror mirror on the wall
Your making me sad when I see you evermore
I cannot look in mirrors any longer
With mirrors around there’s no hope of me getting stronger
I delude myself but covering the truth when I look in them
With the help of lies that substances bring whence in my system
Though I am always stuck; are mirrors the illusions?
Or is reality my delusion?
I look at my reflection, struggling to keep breathing
With every morning or by every evening
Others tell me that I am so beautiful
Yet when I look in the mirrors, I get closer to my funeral
My reflection grins at me telling me “you’re done for your own sake”
Even my reflection is far too wrapped up in the guilt and regrets of my mistakes
Mirror mirror on the wall
Please tell me who I’m looking for
Mirror mirror on the wall
Why do you allow my reflection let me fall
Mirror mirror on the wall
I cannot tell how old or young I am anymore
Mirror mirror on the wall
Your making me sad when I see you evermore
I look at the mirror on the wall and try to smile without the tears
Yet my reflection haunts me with my hidden fears
It is keen to throw me out of my fantasy I am buying
Telling me that its lies are not my truth and I see it is me that is lying
“Hush, turn away from the mirrors” I hear myself say
As I did, europhia lasted but a couple of days
I stood my ground tenaciously – “it’s fight or flight for the last time”
As I realise my reflection and I both have our own separate minds
It sees this and I hear “Your time is near”
My reflection had replied to me
“In death you will be freed from this”
I close my eyes and feel my epiphany’s gentle earnest kiss
Mirror mirror on the wall
Please tell me who I’m looking for
Mirror mirror on the wall
Why do you allow my reflection let me fall
Mirror mirror on the wall
I cannot tell how old or young I am anymore
Mirror mirror on the wall
Your making me sad when I see you evermore
Little girl who is looking at the mirror on the wall
It’s far too late, there’s no one real to look for anymore
Little girl who is looking at the mirror on the wall
It is not I – your reflection – who is causing you to fall
Little girl who is looking at the mirror on the wall
I can tell you are too old in spirit for this world anymore
Little girl who is looking at the mirror on the wall
I will continue to make you sad when you look at me evermore
2 comments
11/10 – give this woman a DSO because she definitely “did something outstanding” with this poem!
I’d like to reference the part about how you look to everyone else as opposed to how you see yourself: I noticed that with my friend where she…well she was absolutely fricken stunning, but I could always see the sadness in her eyes, even in pictures from years prior to I knowing her. I’m not sure if people are genuinely oblivious to this or if they just ignore it, but there is no mistaking the look of sheer despair in one’s eyes when you truly look deep into their soul.
That’s what hurts the most; the fact that they’re right *there* crying for help but no one will acknowledge it. I know bugger all about you Scarlett, but I get the feeling you are definitely more than meets the eye. I don’t mean in a Transformers sense, more so that most people around you would dare not reach deeper into your soul. Although I wish they would.
If this kiwi soldier can do anything for you – just say the word. Stay safe out there.
I don’t know you either Shephard but you seriously have such a deep understanding and so much compassion for other people. I could see you being such a genuine person in reality and that’s rare nowadays
People have said that to me actually. About the looking sad thing. Before I was hospitalised and diagnosed, people used to always say my smile and laughter never reached my eyes even though I had hidden behind a happy for facade my entire life – so 20years. Apart from this site, I can’t post that picture I have anywhere else with that quote but I wish I could so people would see that even without seeing my eyes, I am still sad and lost.
However I digress.
Vise versa, if this aussie soldier can do anything for yourself, don’t be afraid to speak up xx