Trigger Warning

This poem may trigger some readers as it talks about self injury (SI). Proceed with caution.

Submitted by Julia (9/8/2004)

Look in the mirror what do I see?
A false reflection staring back on me.
You can not be what I observe
Which reality will I serve?

The knife slides gently through my skin
My sequin blood used as a pen
Writing "Who?" across the wall
The reflection in the mirror isn't me at all.

Mirror, mirror... tell me why?
Why reflect what's not inside?
Mirror, mirror... tell me why
Do you reflect that other side?


I throw my body back in bed
In hopes to rest my weary head
Sharp pain running through my veins...
But soon I will be numb to pain

Mirror, mirror... tell me why?
Why reflect what's not inside?
Mirror, mirror... tell me why
Do you reflect that ugly guy?

No more, mirror, no time you see
My fist will end your mockery
This pretty girl will never cry
Because you reflect some stupid guy.

Mirror, mirror... tell me why?
Why reflect this sorry man?
Mirror, mirror... tell me when
Will you reflect what I truly am? 

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