I see you!
My past, my pain, my former shadow!
The vessel of my existence but the emptiness of my soul!
I see me!
Enveloped in false aspirations of gods, kings and legends
But there are no more than men who walk among the same muck that YOU and ME have between our toes !
I see us!
Never the butterfly from the cocoon
But YOU a moth to a moth... from ME a moth into a moth... to US a moth is a moth.. I am a moth... and will be a moth.
I see them!
Whispering... consprising... admiring... desiring...
Yet they look like YOU, sound like ME, move like US, act like THEM but ask who am I ?
I see I...
Holding a knife...hands and face covered with blood...breathing heaviness and relief...
You're dead ! Finally !
I see YOU in the mirror. Feel ME in darkness. Hear US in my head. Speak to THEM when they want. But never believe in I.
They are all me who I only see but who am I is still my misery/mystery ?
mirror mirror on the wall,
who is the fairest of them all?
mirror mirror can't you see,
this reflection i'm looking at isn't me.
mirror mirror i don't recognise myself anymore,
this reflection pains me to my core.
mirror mirror the cracks are starting to show,
how i will make it, i do not know.
mirror mirror i'm fading now,
unto me, this retraction you will allow.
mirror mirror on the wall
was i always meant to fall?
roses white and dying light
silver's sweet forgiving bite
Ask the questions: why and how
Although no answers are given now
Was it hate or was it love
And is there any place above?
A broken frame that shows the past
The broken know it doesn't last
Security given by false sunlight
That gives a person their will to fight
For the fragile smile that happiness broke
And the one who smiled never woke
So mirror mirror on the wall
Tell me truly: who is the fairest of them all?
I wrote this poem when a friend came to me and said "Sometimes I just wonder if I was always meant to go down in the end". This inspired a lot of the poem, as well as other things that she's said to me. Also, a few weeks ago, a student in a neighboring high school committed suicide, and that inspired me to write parts of the poem as well. I tried to put her thoughts as well as my thoughts onto paper, with self confidence issues, depression, anxiety, and overthought actions. I hope this poem captures all of that in a raw and meaningful way.
One so tall,
Why can't I rise, unless I fall?
Who will come to me when I call?
Will there be anyone who saw?
I don't want to be embarrassed.
From big to small I'll go and be.
Feeling as weak as a wee mouse,
But as small as a little flea.
Oh, Mirror, Mirror,
On the wall,
Who will come to my aid at all?
Will I end up having to crawl?
All by myself, an empty doll.
Is it so sad that I'm afraid;
To be alone, ignored, they say?
I don't want to be lost at bay
When I fall from the sky, that day.
on the wall.
I always get up after I fall.
And whether I have to run,
walk, or crawl,
I always make goals
and achieve them all.
— The End —