A Few Reasons Why I Hate Mirrors

• Laura Wellington, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2009

There are loud, screaming words, trapped inside my head,
I have urges to flee and hide under my bed.
What is it about me that fills me with hate?
My looks, my fears, or my lack of a date?
I start at my eyes, windows to my soul,
Looks of sadness and fear, out of my control.
When emotions are faked, it does not reach my eyes,
Quite a large flaw in my worthless disguise.
My glance flickers to my ears, where words comprehend.
They hear words of lost friendships, that won’t self mend.
Sounds of sobs, shouts, and broken cries,
My heart breaks at those cursed lullabies.
I turn to my nose, not to sad about that,
Just a bit pointy, large, and extremely fat!
How about my mouth, every move a surprise,
Its function seems to be for secrets and lies.
If it weren’t for that, friendships would not break,
How much pain from regret do I have to take?
Back up to my cheeks, unable to drain,
All those horrible tears, which leave invisible stains.
From all the cuts, bruises, death and fears,
They all really turn me up to fourth gear.
Don’t think I am emo; it’s just hard to say,
All the positive things that I see each day.
My mirror is just, very twisted at least,
Every household has one, such a manipulating beast.
So...
Love yourself! :)