Mirror

• Heléna Fix, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2018

Don’t you go holding me down,
I’m sick and tired of the ground,
I need the fresh air in my face,
I need to fly, the sky is my happy place.

I’ve wasted day and night,
Screaming at a mirror with all my might
I’ve screamed my voice away,
Accusing you, my mirror, today.

Mirror, mirror,
Magic mirror,
Who’s the cruelest of them all?
A picture of you flickers up,
I scream but it’s not you at all.
The picture fades and is replaced,
I’m left screaming at my own face.