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Mirror mirror on the wall...

I gaze into my speckled mirror
Lines crack the once clean surface
Chips and dents mar the once perfection
That use to hang before me

Who's the scariest of them all?

Weathered and broken
And yet still hanging
Hanging by a tiny raveled string
That has long since seen better days

Mirror mirror that stands before me

I wipe away the dirt and grime
To reveal an altered reflection
Of a woman not yet of age
Yet so very far from where she was

Tell me lies of how you adore me

Splotches mark her coming of age
And bruises mark her falling
And shining through the imperfections
Innocence is shown no mercy

Mirror mirror weeping still

Lies are fading in places
Only to be replaced with scraps of half-truths
Patching up the rips and tears
Undiscovered until of late

Tell me sweetly how you feel

I wipe the mirror clean again
I have left blemishes in my wake
I can’t seem to fix
What I fucked up so long ago

Mirror mirror faded black

I try to change the picture before me
To something more recognizable
Something desirable
But I can’t seem to alter this reflection

Please conceal what I lack

Blue has faded into gray
And my pale skin looks ashen
And where once was a mouth
Only lies remain

Mirror mirror on the wall

I don’t know who this is before me
But I can’t seem to stop staring
Into this abysmal pictorial image
That won’t seem to lie to me

Who’s the fairest of them all?

In a state of defeated self-renunciation
I turn my back to what I know I am
And take my perfect mask out of its jar,
My perfect disguise; to face another day



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On Sunday June 6th, 2004, An Expired Member (20) writes:
...sweet! i think its a awsome poem, and in ways i can really relate


On Friday January 23rd, 2004, Urban Shipwreck (968) writes:
Damn. I can't even comment on how closely I can relate to this, especially over the past few years. Fucking great write Fawn. ~Ryan


On Friday January 9th, 2004, Jadedwings (356) writes:
WoW...Im floored completly!!! Ive so been there ( not being a young hot thing anymore myself) I just have never been able to really put it on paper ...Bravo


On Thursday January 8th, 2004, MercyRain (134) writes:
i know this feeling well, the terrors of mirrors and self-reflection, but i wonder now if mirrors are but another more devious trap... we stare into them, literally or metaphorically, and take their stark reality as truth,


On Thursday January 8th, 2004, MercyRain (134) writes:
glazing over the idea that a mirror is not reality... it gives the illusion of truth when in fact it is an inverse, it gives the illusion of depth when in fact it is polished smooth...


On Thursday January 8th, 2004, MercyRain (134) writes:
and rather than being able to see the mirror, we see a reflected image and not the mirror itself... just like when we metaphorically look in the mirror and are terrified by what we see, there's no hiding the blemishes, the scars


On Thursday January 8th, 2004, MercyRain (134) writes:
the open wounds and repressed cancers, but it is still an image without depth... a fixation on morbidity or self-pity or guilt or whatever our motives and realizations are when looking in, but it is so easy to get lost


On Friday January 9th, 2004, AlluringDescent_darkbride (763) writes:
You're comments hold more depth than most of the poetry on here...I find myself in awe just from your words.


On Thursday January 8th, 2004, MercyRain (134) writes:
in these overpowering images and forget that even the metaphorical mirror doesn't show everything, only a select few dimensions of an infinitely complex personality... the mirror is such a necessary experience, and yet, just another lie or


On Thursday January 8th, 2004, MercyRain (134) writes:
but, then the question arises, if you take away the masks, is there anything left?


On Thursday January 8th, 2004, MercyRain (134) writes:
a half-truth... it is a terrifying moment, though, self-reflection, and yet it is just a much more insidious mask


On Thursday January 8th, 2004, MercyRain (134) writes:
half-truth in itself... and this is even evidenced at the beginning of this poem where you ask "who is the scariest one of all", already putting, like, a filter on the experience which ensures that, at best, you can hope for


On Thursday January 8th, 2004, braindead_poet (577) writes:
and off we march to another fun-filled day of plastic smiles and suspicious friends, in a society of arrogant, obnoxious pricks and skanks... some people's masks are more becoming on them, than others and their masks.... if that makes any sense whatsoever


On Tuesday December 30th, 2003, Rebel_Angel (401) writes:
I like, I think many people put on a mask so they don't get hurt or for many reasons. Even I have been known to do so.


On Tuesday December 30th, 2003, Tracer (140) writes:
i see the aging and reluctancy to do so in this piece, also seeing something you don't want to, I really enjoyed this piece...^vTracerv^


On Tuesday December 30th, 2003, xX pretty vacant Xx (79) writes:
you've left me breathless. i know this feeling too well and you summed it up beautifully. great write.


On Tuesday December 30th, 2003, purr_verse (1423) writes:
ah, the mask and the mirror... i have been here, and here again. great work. purr


On Tuesday December 30th, 2003, suicideseason (2103) writes:
damned mirrors...how totally depressing.the last stanza is a beautifully sad ending.emotional,dark write.~season



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