Through My Eyes

February 12, 2009
I looked in the mirror
And saw my face
The metallic smile blackheads
The acne
The died red hair
Faded and split at the ends

I saw my eyes
Those clear blue eyes
My best feature
And I looked past the braces
The contacts
And the acne

I didn't know what I'd find
Looking deep into my eyes
Past the surface
Past the hair
Past the skin
Past all the lies

My eyes began to tear up
I wept and cried
I asked myself a question
I didn't know the answer to
Who am i?

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TMMW said...
Mar. 13, 2009 at 10:43 pm
Very, very descriptive and deep.
Uncle C said...
Mar. 2, 2009 at 1:38 pm
I think we have all felt that way whether a teen or someone with a few more years experience. Great Job!
Nancy T. said...
Mar. 1, 2009 at 10:53 pm
Your poem is timeless. Whether you are a teenager or "middle-aged," the question you ask is relevant. It's essential to look past our ever-changing appearance into our souls. You articulated that beautifully! Save an autographed copy for me!!
C. Borak said...
Mar. 1, 2009 at 5:42 am
Job well done. Very reflective piece of work, I love it.
Mandy K. said...
Feb. 28, 2009 at 8:18 pm
i think it's a good poem, but obviously i'd think that.... i wrote it.
Grandma said...
Feb. 28, 2009 at 7:39 pm
Very deep Mandy. But a really good job.
mj said...
Feb. 28, 2009 at 1:52 pm
I loved this Mandy! It sort of made me sad though. Great job!!! I am proud of you as always.
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