well seems like something i would think about but never really write down words for a poem. i think alot of people feel they need to hide a part of them that others wont understand or wont like, but hiding out and running away from your true self is really unhealthy. i should know that from experience, you just have to follow your own standards and don't try to be someone you're not to please other people. good luck and good job -steph
Its good and I like the twist at the end because the character being described is the character of the writer. Its great. I've got quite a few like this but I'll just come up with something random on the spot because I don't want to submit anything more on my page, I am already too far behind on my comment ratio to continue to post.
The mirror's on the wall, Shattered fragments showing seperate parts, Of a face broken by the rise and fall, of the rampant beating of their hearts.
Crestfallen are those who see themselves, and cursed are those that see monsters. For surely they are toys upon the shelves, Until they begin to fall, victims of failures.
Blessed are those that see nothing, For within the mirror truth is seen. The reflection a product of self loathing, As our image remains unclean.
Shattered is the mirror as am I. Fine glass pieces with no reflections to hold. For we hated what was in our mind's eye. For we hate the truth the mirror told.