Young Writers Society

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Please, just shatter after you fall
Take that creepy face with you
No more show me its body too
I no longer want to feel
this lingering need to appeal
Be gone from out of my view
Think no more of us - we’re through

Pain
Pain
Drain
Drain

~Chorus~
If I could just find my true reflection
I wouldn’t attract so much rejection
If I could just see my true reflection
I might just feel someone’s true affection
Or maybe not
Or maybe not

House of mirrors box me in
Say “Welcome, fatty, won’t you grin?”
They shrink me and stretch me out
Force feeding me all of the doubt
And in response to my plea
They briefly show a perfect me
Laughing as it vanishes
They stab me with more wishes

Need
Need
Bleed
Bleed

(chorus)

When I take a look
I instantly cringe inside
Is that my real face?
Oh, away, I want to hide
So am I getting bigger?
Or am I any smaller?


When they take a look
Do they also cringe inside?
Such an ugly face
Do they feel when they have lied?
Saying I look okay
Only to humour me more

I think I’m getting bigger
Don’t think I’m getting smaller
So tell me if I’m bigger
Don’t tell me I am smaller
If I’m not
If I’m not

Pain… (Is it all in my head?)
Need… (Do I seem to be vain?)
Pain… (They say it’s all in my head)
Need… (Do they think that I am vain?)

Drain
Bleed
Bleed
Bleed and drain

Am I getting bigger?
(Pain)
Am I getting smaller?
(Need)

Woohoo! Another excellent poem! I do NOT know how you think of all these stuff! You must be some sort of genius! I like the style in which you write -with the echoing words; it really hammers in the message! As always, keep it up! ... I'm going to go and read that again!