When I Look In The Mirror

This is a poem about what I see when I look in the mirror, compared to what others see when they look at me.

When
    I
    look
    in
    the
    mirror,
    I
    see
    brown
    hair
    with
    her
    bangs
    pulled
    out
    of
    he
     face.
    I
    see
    chapped
    lips,
    and
    braces
    sitting
    on
    top
    of
    straight
    teeth.
    She’s
     normally
    wearing
    a
    T-shirt,
    ripped
    blue
    jeans,
    a
    sweater,
    Ughs,
    and
    she
     doesn’t
    wear
    makeup.
    When
    I
    look
    in
    the
    mirror,
    I
    see
    a
    six
    year
    old
    girl,
     smiling.
    Yet
    she
    is
    sad.
    She’s
    sad
    because
    she
    is
    all
    alone,
    and
    nobody
     understands
    her.
    She
    has
    friends,
    and
    a
    family
    who
    loves
    her.
    But
    I
    suppose
     every
    six
    year
    old
    girl
    is
    never
    satisfied.
    When
    someone
    else
    looks
    at
    this
    girl,
     they
    see
    a
    teenager.
    A
    very
    small,
    and
    happy
    teenager,
    who
    wears
    a
    huge
     sweater
    for
    comfort,
    rather
    than
    to
    hide
    herself.
    They
    don’t
    look
    at
    her
    eyes
     but
    instead
    they
    see
    a
    bright
    smile
    full
    of
    happiness.
    Maybe
    they
    don’t
    even
     see
    her
    at
    all.
    Maybe
    the
    six
    year
    old
    girl’s
    smile
    is
    her
    invisibility
    cloak.
    Her
     smile,
    sweater,
    ripped
    jeans,
    T-shirt
    and
    Ugh’s
    are
    meant
    to
    hide
    her
    from
     the
    world.
    All
    but
    her
    hair,
    which
    is
    pulled
    back
    from
    her
    eyes
    so
    that
    maybe
     one
    person
    in
    the
    world
    will
    look
    at
    them
    and
    see
    the
    sad
    little
    girl.
    Maybe
    if
     she
    keeps
    her
    hair
    back,
    just
    one
    person
    will
    see
    her
    for
    how
    she
    really
    feels,
     and
    who
    I
    truly
    am.
     

Reviews

[beautiful dreamer]

ping. hit me right in the heart. i know this feeling and i love this poem

[NibbleLove]

lol thank you :)

[beautiful dreamer]

welcome :)

[CreativeStroke]

This was beautiful. I felt myself drawn into this piece from beginning until the end. You really have a fresh style of writing and I enjoyed it! :)

[NibbleLove]

Thank you so much! :D

[therisa]

Amber, the feelings you describe in your poem, are universal. Myself, I'm 43 years old, and the image that is reflected in my mind is, nothing like that others see, of me. In my case, its very dark and destructive. Hopefully, in time, the two images will merged into one. Thank you, sharing this very personal side of you.

[NibbleLove]

Thank you, Therisa. That was really nice :)

[therisa]

Your welcome, Amber.

[jermaine]

its beautiful, a part of me can relate to that.

[NibbleLove]

Thank you, Jermaine :)