Girl In The Mirror
Illustrated by Cynthia Goguen
At night, in the mirror, I see a girl.
She stands and stares back with dullness in her eyes.
Her beliefs infiltrate mine, my thoughts become a tangle of unease
Her glare grips me tight,
a grasp I can’t break free of.
I seek her praise, I ache for her love
An emotion I know she doesn’t posses
Years and tears later, she still can only see my faults.
Words are not needed; her scowl says it all
A beam that burns holes in the fabrics of my being
She picks apart my body till I’m nothing but an empty figure
Holding up by the frail strings of hope
She scorns me, clutches my insecurities and leaves gashes in my soul
with every strike
heaving shivers down my spine
But I stand there
Still as the night air
Agreeing with the shame
Even when I don’t want to
What choice do I have?
She’s always right.
No one is as consistent in my life as she is.
I’m always left alone when the day turns dark
All I have is her
The girl in the mirror.