The Girl in the Mirror

by abbywookie
The girl in the mirror

She has striking blue eyes

Lifeless striking blue eyes

Paradox, paradox

But paradigm it is.

///

Pulls her hair into a messy bun

Takes half the morning

To give her hair

A ravishing messy look

Paradox, all paradox

Boys love her for that

Girls loathe her for that

///

Deep, black mascara

Just a layer more

Deeper, blacker, prettier

It’s the thing that traps a boy

Paradox, paradox

The thing that infuriates other girls

Oh her perfect eyes

///

Lipstick

Blood red lipstick

A paradox to her soul

Her dark black soul

Puckers her lips

Wonder who’s the lucky boy today?

///

Pulls on the high heels

Boys swoon for them, so she’s told

Heels imply confidence

Paradox, oh paradox

To her leathered

Peeled off soul.

///

The night comes

Slams her door shut

Strips herself to the core

Messes up the messy bun

Before pulling it down

Splash ice cold water onto her face

Splash again

Again

And again

///

The girl in the mirror

Her eyes lifeless

Though she’s breathing fast

///

The girl in the mirror

She has a name

But no other fit her

Like pen to paper

No other than

Bitch

Whore

Asshole

A fucked up

Broken

Incurable devil

///

She yells at her folks

She ditches her friends

She lashes out at everybody

She screws boys up

She loathes herself

///

I tilt my head

Gaze at her, curious

She’s so fucked up

She has no control

Over all that she’s doing

I’d asked her

The girl in the mirror

“What’s your problem?”

///

But how can you

Answer a question

You don’t know yourself?

///

Ugly, black scars

All over her soul

She’s trying to fix them up

Been trying so hard

Alone is never her weakness

She can still make It up

///

“We’ve never been more disappointed.”

“You’re brainless.”

“She’s a damaged whore.”

She laughs at the voices

///

Warn the girl in the mirror

A fucked up soul

Ain’t an excuse

But it’s clear she heard it

Ain’t listening to it

///

I gaze into her blue eyes

The girl in the mirror

And tell her

You’ll fix it all up

Somehow

Someday

///

But she gives a look that says

A fucked up soul,

Is a fucked up soul.

///
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Vishnumayaa

Vishnumayaa

April 1, 2015 - 09:35 its good imaginary poem
abbywookie

abbywookie

April 1, 2015 - 12:01 Thanks for dropping by =) Really appreciate it ;)

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