The Mirror Talks

A mirthless smile

That is anything but happiness

More often of anger and deviance

And rarely, of sadness

 

A boisterous laugh

Isn’t what it seems to be

It’s more like a cry of anguish

Of pain and misery

 

A heart of stone

Behind alluring eyes

And to the world she feels

Nothing but contempt and despise

 

Then if she is

Capable of extreme emotions

Why do I ramble on

With these biased notions?

 

To tell you the truth

From her grasp, I am free

Because she and I are one

It’s the mirror looking back at me

 

Reviews

[Daydreamer21]

Great! Ur message is clear, nd i agree, but the reader can also still make what they wud like out of your words
Bravo:)

[magari]

I think, perhaps, the only prison we ever accept is the one we build for ourselves.

[Wildecat]

This is a very nice write, really liked this poem.

[Mercury Mirrors]

Amazing. It rhymes well, not overworked or choked with giant words that no one understands. It's simple, but beautiful & to the point. I love it!

[Rachel Hays]

This is great! I have something like this you may like. Not a mirror per say, but I think you'd like it. Yours is much more focused and has a better layout. It's captivating.