Mirror, Mirror

• Jessica Hewitt
• Poetry
• 2010

Like shards of broken glass, the girl she can’t see straight.
She can’t remember the past, is this truly her fate?

Her hunger purrs, like a ravished wildcat.
He whispers… ‘you are too fat.’
Ugly, pathetic, fat, fat, fat… he whispers in her ear,
She drums against the floor, thud, thud, thud, is all she wants to hear.

Her friends… her laughter… they all stop too,
She can’t even pick up that lonely ballet shoe.
Her parents, their yells are so loud,
She doesn’t care…
Her mind is smothered by a wrinkled black cloud.

The hall of mirrors won’t let her through again,
The voice in her head is signaling her end.
The mirror screams ‘what can you REALLY see?’
She yells back ‘i see the real me!’
That skinny girl in the mirror will never be her,
She is what she is… she’s no longer a blur…

So, mirror, mirror,
‘what do you truly see?’
Anorexia is gone…
There is only the beautiful…

ME!