Reflection

[Avatre]

Reflection

I look in the mirror at the happy face
Yet salty blood on my tongue I still taste
A hint of a bruise? A sign of a scar?
Malice in the eyes is never far

Pretty eyes in the mirror stare back at me
The pain and hurt only I can see
Black eyes/White wings are beyond the frame
Sometimes I wish to have never came

Black hair cascades in a black waterfall
It may be time for help to call
No longer can I brave this world alone
The seeds of dissent have already been sown

Tanned skin unmarked but upon the wrist, a band
One line of blood, circling the hand
And underneath where the mirror doesn't show
Lies the sorrow that no one will ever know

Pretty face, pretty eyes; but what of the hidden?
Sometimes it shows through; shows up unbidden
But not in the mirror; it lies to me
When you look this way, what do you see?

[SilverEyes]

This has a lot of power and strength. It reminds me of a poem that I wrote a while back.

[bloodredtears]

that is a very good piece...very deep...i really enjoyed reading it!

[Persephone]

Interesting concept.

Welcome to the site.

[Eclipse]

mm. really made me think. sounds like something i would have written about myself a couple months back. deep write. i really liked it.

[John Barnett]

This was great, I really enjoyed this. Very very good.