The Girl In the Mirror
Black painted nails, thick black make-up,
downcast eyes.
Piercings in every available space,
its just another hole.
Clothes that are different,
heavy rock metal.
Why can't she be the girl in the mirror?
Once was a good girl,
doing what was right.
Wore the clothes that mommy wanted,
always obeying.
No more dolls on the floor,
barbies packed away.
Dresses shoved in drawers,
bright colors hidden away.
The Girl in the Mirror is dead,
never to surface again.
Just accept the girl for what she is,
no changes here; just acceptance.
downcast eyes.
Piercings in every available space,
its just another hole.
Clothes that are different,
heavy rock metal.
Why can't she be the girl in the mirror?
Once was a good girl,
doing what was right.
Wore the clothes that mommy wanted,
always obeying.
No more dolls on the floor,
barbies packed away.
Dresses shoved in drawers,
bright colors hidden away.
The Girl in the Mirror is dead,
never to surface again.
Just accept the girl for what she is,
no changes here; just acceptance.
♠ ♠ ♠
This was actually a Creativie Writing project.Its one of my favorite poems I've ever written.
Sadly, I don't know the date that I wrote it. =/
My teacher liked it a lot and I felt all fuzzy on the insides. XDD
(Hey, what can I say, he's pretty dang cute! Lol.)