"mirrior" poems
cheap liquor to ya head ya drain the substance from the bottle
With them Vicky secrets on ya body’s lookin like model
With your mind going numb its gettin so easy to swallow
all them medals on the wall were gold plated and hollow
Daddy lil princess raised inside an ivory tower
Prince charming showed up and he amazed you with his power
You gave him all your treasures he was gone within the hour
Now the sweet lies that he told got your mouth tasting sour
You singing Mirrior mirror on the wall
Who's the most tainted of them all
Your lipsticks smeared and mascara's faded
Any price to feel love baby girl you know you paid it
I met you one night and I tried to ease ya pain
But you won't touch my black skin in fear it leaves a stain
On that pretty Prada dress thats hanging off ya frame
Crown of amethyst polluting your brain
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
The mirrior is my adversary.
My eyes variance, what others don't see.
To the word I'm adequate, crowning , spotless, and skilled
Every morning I wake up, get ready and cover my lips in red majestic mac
Red lipstick seems to illuminate confidence in the eyes of many,
but to me it is merely a pigmented shield of secrets.
Humorous isn't it?
Every unmarred life, seeks to relive its pigments
Fears, self-doubt, imperfection.
Mirror, mirror, mirror on the wall..
Who's the thinnest of them all...
The sound of battle rumbles
Conscious at wrists ends
Bawling in me
Fat,
Fat,
Fat,
Yours tricks are foul, you tauntful mind
Vision is blurred from reality,
Oh mind how you love to frolic
Your sheer joys leave me unpieced,
The snickering of my mirror,
Damages my frame.
Sorrowing fades my red lipstick
Pigments revealed,
Vulnerable,
Unworthy,
Marred to the bone
Quickly I learned that the mind is the enemy, filled with con
Staring in my mirror and all I see is fat.
Red lipstick always seems to fade by the end of the night.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
My dear darling
Put on a pony tail with a pink shirt and some blue jean shorts and is happy as a flower in the sun
My dear darling
Went to school everyday
Shes getting picked on
She wounders why they judge her
My dear darling
Gets called names and judged
She has no friends
She changed her clothes from pink to black
My Dear Darling
Foundout how to deal with this pain she has
She started cutting
In hopes to bleed to death
My dear darling
Looks in the mirrior and wants to change
She is starving herself to death
She thinks that by starving herself she will be beautiful
My dear darling
Listens to different type of music than the others
She has fainted now on to the hospital quickly
They saw her cuts how tragic this is
My dear darling
Has returned home from the hospital
She still gets judged and bullied by the others
My dear darling
She has cut too deep
Shes bleeding to death
Foolish girl
My dear darling
Has died she couldnt take the bullying anymore poor girl .. All she wanted was to be accepted and make friends ...
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
Write they say
just put it on a piece of paper
Let it all out
noone need to know
I've tried, writing my tears in ink
Stared into the mirrior
Smeared makeup and shattered dreams
Stained sink and strong *** drinks
Broken Glasses, Pretty face with big assess
See!! i cant ...Fathom the thought of being alone in my thoughts
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
These pictures of time, Laid out before me.
The Choices I make every day.
These open wounds of mine, Play out before me,
How much more must I take?
I Stare in the mirrior and wait for it to change,
But my reflection is always the same,
I watch the tears fall as I stare myself down,
But this face staring back has no frown,
I stare in the mirrior and wonder why,
This man in the mirror continues to cry.
Promises I've been breaking, and risks I have taken,
It all plays out once again.
Back in the days, when the world wasn't the same
When I was convinced I could win
I Stare in the mirrior and wiat for the change,
But my reflection always stays the same,
I watch the tears fall as I stare myself down,
But this face staring back has no frown,
I stare in the mirrior and wonder why,
This man that I see continues to cry.
She's comming back to say hello again,
And this face that will greet her has a chance to win,
But how can he rise when all he knows is how to fall,
How strong must he be to break through these walls?
I stare in the mirrior and wait for the change,
But my reflection is always the same,
I watch the tears fall as I stare myself down,
And I see the tears break before they hit the ground
I stare in the mirrior and wonder why,
This man I see has so much pain inside.
This reflection is all I know
But Everything changes when you know where to go,
I cry out to the Father to spare my heavy load,
So that the reflection's story will be told.
And suddenly everything begins change,
And this face staring back at me now has no pain,
So he thanks God for taking it away,
While looking in the mirror at himself today
I stare in the mirror and wait for the change
Suddenly This reflection doesn't look the same
See how this reflection changes.
I stand before my God without any shame.
Goodbye to everything that has gotten in the way
And my whole reflection has completed a change
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
I looked at the mirrior today
I only saw me without you.
I searched myself from within
And I couldnt find my soul.
I listened for my heartbeat
And I heard nothing...
I searched for emotions
All I could find was grief and sadness.
I looked out the window for sunshine
And all there was ,was darkness.
Could I ever be me without you?
Could I ever be me without me?
I looked at the mirrior again and I saw nothing..
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
Every night I'm sitting here getting high trying to feel alright\
But every night your not here is another fight\
Struggling inside with this evil version of myself\
Most of the time feeling like around my throat is a belt\
And it's only letting up when I take this lighter to the melt\
So I melt\
Every time the crying I felt\
Running down my face onto the paper I spent my last pen on\
Losing my self in this smoke and this song\
I know when I look in the mirrior this is wrong\
But its been like this for so many years now I'm already to far gone\
For any reason from anyone or myself to belong\
Anywhere in this version of what shouldn't be done\
So I melt\
The only family bond I have at the end of this\
Don't remember what it is to be sober so those days I can't miss\
What todays date\
Last I checked it was December 5th\
Got the day marked here on my wrist\
So I melt\
Waiting for the phone to answer saying I have help\
Treatment for this ******* life I've been dealt\
Someday I'm sure it will be on its way\
But today I'm just gonna have spend it feeling ok\
All the faces I'm faced with begin ta fade\
No lie this is the truth of my pain\
So I melt\
It's no secret myself I hate\
I know theres others that can relate\
Finding yourself pushing over and over that button to delete\
Wishing to take back some words you never meant to speak\
Spending the next week hiding under the bed sheets\
Wondering what it would take for some moment to personally keep\
Why I'm up getting high all night\
Praying never to see that sun light\
So l melt\
Just trying to be like everyone else I see\
Smoking this while I write to just feel alright\
Cause honestly\
Yesterday I went and got treatment\
Any moment now could be my last week\
Spending it trying to feel alright\
An just in case tonight is my last night\
I'ma get high while I got this light to the melt\
So I melt\
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
I've finally found my path. I've found out who i am. what's my weakness and my strengths. I've figured what I hold dear and what to let go. I've found my belief and became a true believer. I've found out who is worth calling a friend and who to call an acquaintance. I learned to accept what i see in the mirrior and to love the human bring that i am. This year is the year I take a deep breath and hold on the horns of the bull.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
Happiness is merely the control of depression. Acknowledge depression as a necessary existence in your life. Letting it run its course and violently destroy in silent mayhem. Letting its pain, its blank, numbness of all feeling whilst at the same time in unexplainable fashion, the most horrendous type of pain ever felt, happen. Let it feel as if, all that which once burned so beautifully within you crumbles as ash in your blood. Ash being evidence passionate fires once danced there.
However, don't ******* dare let depression control how you bask in the bliss of its absence. Bask with dance, bask with that one song you always blast in the car with your best friend and as soon as it comes on, you just look at each other and sing loud with your head out of the car window, bask in bliss as if you were the sun that basks in clear blue skies.
Sharing a shine which somehow seems brighter, with the songs of the birds playing tunes of a deeper love, and the warmth of rays you've always liked yet took for granted become ever so lovely following a harsh, seemingly endless winter.
Let depression happen, it's never for forever. You can't control when depression will come, just as we can't control the weather. Like the clouds, depression will leave the sky in time to bask in more sunshine.
Things will get better, it will all happen naturally. Depression will come and go in an endless loop throughout life, though, like a pesky fly trapped in a room it will blindly and anxiously wisp and weave its way deep within our souls, but like flies depression will always look for a way out. Even if we open the door immediately, flies will move with anxiety, they want to leave though don't realize a wall is there until they've already hit it. They'll linger, get lost and give up for awhile. We can open the door and watch with anger until we come to mirrior the fly, become anxious, why won't this fly leave? Maybe this fly is here to stay? You wake up everyday to sunshine beeming in your face, until one day you could no longer ignore it, so you open your door to leave and enjoy it, coming home to notice the fly left with you, and didn't come back. Happiness is merely holding the door open for depression to leave.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 11:54 PM UTC
why cant i look in the mirrior and see the person they see?
why do i think so negatively about myself?
how come they are my friends but i cant see that?
i don't want to be ashamed about who i am
i want to embrace it
i want to love myself for who i am and what i can become
i don't want to hate myself anymore
i want to see the me that my friends see
i want to smile at my reflection
who am i,
and why cant i just love that person?
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 9:31 PM UTC
I'm looking in the mirrior.
I'm a wreck, and I wish I were dead.
I'm tired of feeling numb, and of missing you all the time.
"No wonder you left"
I tell myself as I stare at my own pittyness in the mirror.
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
I really must say,
life is a mess.
People see one another,
and jokingly threaten death.
"I'm gonna **** you!" She smiles
"Not if I get you first,"he grins back.
They mean well.
But the sad truth is,
when I look in the mirrior...
I say the same thing.
"I'm gonna **** you!"
But it's no joke.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
The person in the mirror yeah that's you. Why you so strong? because ive seen I've saw people give up from being strong The person in the mirror why do you cry ?I cry because I feel a feeling which male me shed a tear it so much that a person in the mirror hold in The person in the mirror why do you smile? I smile to hide my pain I smile because I know everything will be OK I smile so I don't have to worry .as the person in the mirror never shows his or her worries he or she is dealing with problems everyday he or she is still smiling to feel as everything is ok .
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
There's a reason for everything I do.
Which is a statment I can conclude,
But first, before I start a new.
I'll ask, why do you let your past follow you?
Just because it's a reflection?
Your mirrior.
Something you never look forward too,
But something that'll always haunt and taunt.
Looking in the mirrior suddenley reminds,
Life is extremley unfair, no matter the time.
I've been through the past and im stuck in the present.
You'll never know what comes ahead.
So stop looking back with so much resent.
When there's a future, so unknown but pure.
The past is a memory not a cure.
Just because you've left so much love,
Does not mean you should peel feathers from a dove,
No matter how many feathers you pick,
They won't substitute the rock solid hatred that's decided to stick.
I know you miss the words so soft that clinged.
I love you,
No you dont,
This time you can finally be relieved.
Cause the past is just a wondering ghost.
That choses to re live,
Even the most horrible stories.
Just because they're stories he'd never give.
So long with him now here comes the greates fear.
But the futures the future,
I've got time to wait it's no where near.
Just because I mentioned the past as a ghost.
Doesnt mean you won't love the present the most.
There's a reason for everything you do.
Which is a statment...
Only you can conclused.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
On a dark moonless night
As I sat with a pen in my hand
Thinking back on those words
I am alive, thanks for thy prayers
I couldn't have just died that moment
Coz I promised my soul
That, till I breath
Never shall I change what I've gained
Good and bad people pollute this world
No one's road is ever straight
Standing in front of a mirrior each day
Looking at my face
It's just a matter of two steps
And a need of four shoulders
Hope this pens ink doesn't stop
Else this write could be a disaster
Without usage of right words of gold....
©sim
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 4:29 PM UTC