Before the Mirror

There's a girl in the mirror.

Mama can't see her because 
Mama thinks she beautiful.

She has a beautiful conscience
but is not conscious of her beauty.

She looks sad.

There's a girl crying in the mirror,
but she's standing 
before the mirror.

Her tears are your tears,
you realize
Her sadness extends 
through the glass

She smiles,
she tries to smile,
just more tears

In a dream she had,
the mirror breaks
she likes what she sees

Shattered,
she picks up the pieces
the glass is too sharp

A pretty face in the shards
put back together the wrong way
turns sad

She bleeds a little
the glass is shiny
she likes what she sees

Mirror mirror on the floor,
         more broken now than ever before.

The glass is cutting
she likes what she feels 

Mirror mirror in her veins,
   course through her body, release the pain

      

~lmw

(Photo by Lexi Wright)