The Monster In The Mirror

The Monster In The Mirror short poem

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How can this happen, this horrible thing
Beyond comprehension, my mouth covered,
My eyes frozen, in horrified stillness.
Surely a person could not do this,
Could not be this cruel.
A fire rose swiftly in my heart.
My hand clinched tight.
My eyes hardening that would rival Medusa’s gaze.
Fairy tales demand this Monster be slain.
It deserves an end met equally
With the pain it caused.
This evil thing masquerading in a person’s body.
Pay.
Remember.
Suffer.
Beg for mercy and I will give no quarter.
My justice met, and in my pride
I look in the mirror to see the Hero I became.
I see a face that looks like mine but instead of a smile,
a hand covers my mouth.
Instead of bold, confident eyes
I was met with that familiar frozen gaze of horror.
As a sickness washed over me,
I realized this Monster inside me
was not as a thing, but an unchecked part
inside that was denied and left to fester.
I am the Monster I sought to slay.

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