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The Mirror

May 18, 2009
By Ashley Coutcher BRONZE, Lambertville, Michigan
Ashley Coutcher BRONZE, Lambertville, Michigan
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I look in the mirror and finally see;
How is it that this girl is supposedly me?
On my side it's dark, on hers it is light;
Other than that, the changes are slight.
This girl can't possibly be me, the mirror, it lies;
She has emotion in hers, while blank are my eyes.
She looks over my world, eyes sweeping to me;
There she pauses, as if to ask how it could be.
She steps foreword, touching the clear mass;
I did the same, running my fingers over the cold glass.
Her hand slips over mine, and I fall in;
I am on the other side, my adventure will now begin.
My black dress seems out of place;
Against all the colors of this cheerful space.
This place is different from my own;
Flowers, animals, and honey bees drone.
My world is empty, full of silence and dark;
Nothing moves, nor sings, and is void of this park.
This girl leads me to a green and lush plain;
I frown, looking at all the positive emotions with disdain.
She looks at me with big eyes of blue;
I can look into her soul, her existence is true.
My soul is blank, dark and sad;
The only feelings I've ever known are depressed and mad.
This girl looks just as I do;
Only slightly more different, my eyes black, hers blue.
My hair black, my lips blood red;
My body thin, my eyes are dead.
She is just the opposite, her eyes alive;
Her hair blonde, her determination to strive;
Me in black, her in white,
She is gentle, I love to fight;
Through the differences, we are the same,
The same body, same face, same name;
To tell us apart, I as Sarapha, Aliza is she;
Sarapha, powerful leader, Aliza sweet as can be.
She is an angel of light, I am definitely not;
I, an angel of darkness, my soul has long since rot.
I envy her, and she envies me;
She wonders how a life with power would be.
I wonder what it would be like to live so pure;
My evil and sadness would find their cure.
I could never live like this;
Light kills me, darkness my true bliss.
My world filled with depression, hers is with joys;
Mine with hatred, hers filled with toys.
It's time to leave, she grabs my hand;
Together rising, we start to stand.
She begins to speak, her voice so clear;
"I'll live your life, you live here."
I look down and my clothes were white;
Hers was black, it seemed so right.
Her hair was black, her lips red;
Her color gone, her eyes dead.
She smiles at me and walks to the glass;
Walking through, the moment of smiling long since passed.
I walked around, not knowing what I should do;
There were so many animals, like a giant zoo.
For once in my life, I felt the joy of love;
I sat and watched the graceful flight of a dove.
I felt guilty, leaving Aliza back in my world;
Where hate runs wild and snakes lay curled.
I run to the mirror and there she sat;
Consumed in darkness, hatred and that.
We fell to each other, crying about how hard it was;
To live in this place, with hatred abuzz.
Wiping her tears, she said to me;
"You are staying on the other side. You are staying with me."
How could I deny her? She is giving me what I thought I want;
I don't know how to break it to her, I won't be too blunt.
"Aliza, I'll admit, your world is nice;
But I'm sorry, this is MY world," I add, cold as ice.
She nods and walks back into her world, eyes looking so very dear;
I hesitate for a moment, then smash that forsaken mirror.
I am back in my world, where hatred drone;
With a small smile, I turn from the ruins and sit on my throne.

The author's comments:
This was written when I was 15 years old, I'd gotten a strong surge of negative emotion, as shown at the end of the poem when "Sarapha" (my anger) turns away from the good side. It reflects myself, and the relationship my positive and negative emotions have with one another.

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