The mirror

My mirror has seen many people,
Beautiful, happy people.
Stick thin, lovely people.
Then the mirror saw me,
The great mistake.
The mirror had wished to find somebody pretty, to stare at all day long.
Poor mirror, I feel sorry for it.
For the mirror was stuck with me now.
I don’t think my mirror’s very happy. The face reflecting back, is always crying
Poor mirror, why does it have such an upset face?
I wouldn’t have wanted to buy that mirror; its making me upset
because the mirror is now making the girl ugly
the girl itself is so ordinary, but the mirror twists things.
Poor mirror, making her appear so grotesque, poor girl.
I can see the girl much more clearly now,
Poor thing, she’s starving herself to death,
the mirror is going to ruin her one day
So I can understand why she’s so angry with the mirror now.
As I see her thrashing around,
screaming “why will the fat not go?”
I now feel empathy for the girl,
how can nobody notice her?
Any small imperfection on her tiny body is twisted into a horrible form.
The once happy girl, now suffering alone.
Well, not truly alone, at least she has her mirror.
The true cosmetic, the truthful one.
Oh, there is one matter I failed to mention,
the mirror?
Well not to worry, it can no longer cause any harm.
The girl?
Well she hated her reflection so much,
that she finally plucked out the courage.
She slaughtered the mirror,
She destroyed it and shattered the mirror into a thousand, shining, glass shards.
The glass marred into the poor girls defenceless body,
She always thought she had gotten rid of that treacherous mirror,
When she punched it with her own knuckles.
Little did she know, the mirror is always with her
Unknown to her, the shards are still inside of her
failing to ever get out.
The mirror left its mark on her, for she now possesses marred scars,
A constant reminder of her attempted murder.
When really?
All she did was blemish the appearance of the mirror
Because now, all the insides were now combined with her insides, as one.
So only now is she truly alone, All she has is herself
Oh, and the mirror. Poor mirror, stuck with a girl like her for eternity.
Poor girl! Never being rid of the mirror,
If only she had hidden the mirror away, or thrust it into the black lake,
Where she would never be able to find it again,

That’s a shame.
She could have had a chance back then,
but now?
She’s ruined her life.
The mirror ruined her life.
They both have each other now
Till death do US part.