Mirror

• Isaiah Miller, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2007

Do you think it’s nice to be stared at consistently?
Or how about breathed on?
No one wants to look at you and compliment your background,
They just look straight through you and pay no attention,
Well I face these problems every day of my life.
People don’t look at me for decoration, or even say hello or goodbye.
They just walk in, do their business and abandoned me a like a clear plastic bag.
Spreading rumours without knowing me, not even caring about me and my feelings…
As though I would crack and shatter into a million pieces if someone hideous stares at me!
All I’m saying is…
How would you feel if you were in my position, feeling like a Mirror?