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joanna Mar 2020
I am created to see the beauty in you,
But sometimes I wonder if it's still true.
Your eyes, your nose, the color of your skin - everything about you is perfect.
However, your thoughts differ from what I reflect.

I am made to show you how extraordinary you are,
How your features set you apart.
You are who you are - there's nothing bizarre!
You're a masterpiece, a finely crafted work of art.

Sadly, I'm just here to portray - to be an aid,
Hanged on a wall and be displayed.
At the end of the day, I ask you this question:
Are you truly happy or is it all just deception?
What if a mirror could talk? What would it say? In this poem, I imagined a personified mirror.
joanna Mar 2020
May my heart stay humble,
May it never crumble.
May it always be sincere,
May my heart stay here.
joanna Feb 2020
sometimes i wonder,
will this make me stronger?
the path that i’m taking,
will it be worth risking?
or do i stay in my comfort zone,
forgetting that not everything is set in stone.
sometimes i ponder,
maybe once in a while it’s nice to wander.
joanna Feb 2020
the queen lost her crown,
and now wears patched up gowns.
every time she's around,
the crowd would always frown.

she no longer sits on her throne,
and in every aspect of her life she had outgrown.
when she lost her spot,
living her life now she forgot.

she admits her downfall,
while comprehending her life's greatest curveball.
and slowly she accepts,
that in life we sometimes have regrets.

when the queen lost royalty,
she gained a sense of reality.
she realized the importance of humanity,
and faced the truth that she wore her crown with only vanity.

— The End —