Description: Yeah, I've started having this obsession with mirrors lately, so beware, there is more to come.
Thanks to Vancrown for editing my rough version. I made a few minor alterations too, and I think that it turned out for the best.
The Edge -------------------------------------------
It was quite unexpected
I really didn't expect him to bring it
But he did
It was the best high
Of
My
Life
I couldn't believe it
It was so unreal
I looked in the mirror
And saw a monster starring back at me
Maybe it was the drugs
I don't know
I know that I didn't like what I saw
Purple hair, the piercings, tattoos, everything
That I thought was me
Was something that wasn't
They were simply a mask
Carefully applied to hide
Who I was
A creature created for society
Created for failure
Nothing less was expected
I saw my dreams in that mirror
All broken and impossible
I saw my costumed figure
Ready to break out of the shell
One quick move and I was set free
Broken mirror on the floor around my feet
No longer could I see the monster
That was me
To end it all
Would be a terrorism act
For those addicted to mirrors
"Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the fairest one of all"
Wicked Stepmother was wrong
Mirrors show you what you want to see
Anyone is capable of creating a mask
That is visible to anyone
And hiding who they are
Whatever he gave me allowed me to see
Those mirrors are not everything
They have a way of breaking your dreams
By showing you who they are
The edge of the mirror was sharp
Sharper than I thought
Did more damage than I needed it to
But enough to solve the problems
I will never forget the reflections that I saw
As I lay shattered amongst the broken reflective shards
I found the way out of my reflection
But I disliked what was there
Without the mirror it was easier
To solve the problems
Without watching yourself fail
There's a cutting edge to this poem that you know a part of me has rejected emotionally even when I looked at it before and offered my tiny suggestions. I react this way because sometimes mirrors lie. Or maybe it's not that mirrors lie, but we don't always see what's really there. We can delude ourselves into seeing something that . . . well, our worst fears, or sometimes they can be bent, like funhouse mirrors, even with the eye, the heart, or the mind.
They can turn against us.
So, I don't see this monster. No. And I have eyes that penetrate these veils . . .
Failure is always temporary and it's an opportunity to learn and improve and rip success from. It's never a certainty or destiny. And it can always be reversed.
wow.. unreal.. This is gritty.. but not so shocking as some others.. I love it.. so.. was it suicide at the end.. or just cutting herself.. ? some great ideas and concepts there.. in fact i cant make any suggestions to it.. its great just the way it is.. nice shaun
wow, i like this one a lot, there are a lot of emotions in it, I liked how you said, I looked in the mirror And saw a monster starring back at me Maybe it was the drugs I don't know
They were simply a mask Carefully applied to hide Who I was A creature created for society Created for failure Nothing less was expected
I like these two stanzas because you said you saw a monster and for some people that would be over weight or to many zits or they could see some thing that was inside them that they didn't like. The second of the two shows a lot because many people do hide true feelings by having a "mask" as what people see.
O i want to go over then rest of the stanzas but that would take to long, it is just awesome how you used a mirror and then had it broken to show that it didn't matter anymore, and i love how you then used the mirror to die, because like you said " Without the mirror it was easier To solve the problems Without watching yourself fail"
because everybody hates it when they thought they tried really hard and it was all wrong and then have to so it over and over again and to have people talking about it makes it even worse. awesome poem.
Submission Name: The Edge
