Mirror

Mirror short poem

Mirror short poemUploaded by Angel Plant


As I look into the mirror
I see a face looking at me
Not one I want to be
I don’t want to see

I don’t want anyone to see
What is in the mirror
A face so weary
Just full of pain

My front tooth is missing
My hair is falling out
My skin is so rough
It hurts when touched

Sometimes I can do everything
Other times I can barely do anything
I have to ask others to help
Which tears me apart

I look in the mirror
It makes me sad
To know how I used to be
Now look at me

I don’t go out
Don’t want anyone to see me
Turn everyone away
Have no friends

Tell me who would want
To be with me now
Love would turn away
They would not want to see

Since I got sick
What has come to me
It is so lonely
Yet this is the way it has to be

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