As I walk on bye a mirror i see something in it.
What i see is and ugly beast who needs to be fixed.
People make fun of that mirror as i stand in front of it.
It's such ugly thing.
So, i punch it to get rid of this pain for him/her.
But, i noticed as I punched her the mirror broke.
I found that this ugly beast is my reflection.
Why o' why did it have to be me.
Not me it can't.
I can't believe it that's not me.
It's her it must be her.
Im not ugly.
Oh no i am not.
As i sceam for the heavens.
I loose my voice.
In the morning with me in the hospital.
I ask my mom and she says"no u are not!''
-peer pressure for girls to be pretty sometimes they look pretty but since no one notices they feel the urge to get skinnier and yeah-
- Title: Mirror?
- Artist: Laters
Why o' why?
This poem is about how people think of them selves everyday.
- Date: 11/04/2008
- Tags: mirror