Reflections

September 26, 2017
By Vbella19 BRONZE, Columbia, Kentucky
Vbella19 BRONZE, Columbia, Kentucky
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I look in the mirror,

Can’t stand what I see.

I stare at that thing,

Is that really me?

Her eyes are dull,

Once so full of life.

Her arms are scarred,

Cuts from her knife.

What happened here?

She said was fine.

Now she’s only a shell,

Of what was once mine.


The author's comments:

I wrote this after I got in trouble for underage drinking. That's when I realized I no longer knew who I was.


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