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Hi. I came to leave a review.

Its painful how much people care more about the appearance of others. Its also sad that the girl in your poem is keeping her pain to herself. Only the mirror in her room knows her pain, her suffering. I hope she could meet someone who could tell her how lovely she is as a person and not as an object.

Hello fellow! I'm TheoCannot. I came across this poem, fell in love with it, so here I am with a review:))

First, I understand what you mean by it. I suppose that it came from some kind of.. experiences. Not the good ones I suppose. And I'm here to say that I get you. Totally. It must've been hard going through all of this, if it was you or someone close to you. Unless it's not from experience...

Except for the topic, I love your way of writing. The way you describe things, especially with the hard topic... It's just heart melting.

It's sad that some people go through things like this. It's sad, that most of it is caused by the internet, by the society. It's just so heart warming to find things like this.

It's wholesome, really

Hi there! This is Orabella, here with a review!

First of all, welcome to the site! We're so happy to have you here! Please let me know if you have any questions or if there's anything I can do for you.

This poem is absolutly amazing; I love it! The details are so descriptive, and the piece has such a sad and depressing vibe that almost makes me want to cry!

To me, it sounds kind of like an eating disorder and/or a corrupt self-image of some kind, right? Even when that's not the case. "Damaged" is, again, something I would not have guessed to be that important, and yet it holds a very big role in the poem! I wouldn't say exactly that she's damaged, but more like her self-esteem and self-care is damaged. Maybe mental health, physical health. I really like the title, though, and I think it fits absolutly perfectly!

In the second verse, I really liked the contrast between "up" and "fall", which makes them some of my favorite lines. I also thought using the mirror to reflect (pun intended) her and who she was and who she is was a really creative way to tell her story. Especially because her story has to do with her self-image.

Oh and the last verse; especially those last two lines. They are so beautiful and so sad, and I wish I could just jump into the poem and help them, although I'm not sure what I'd do once I got there. XD The whole poem being about the girl and what she did, and then suddenly switching to a narrator was unexpected but was actually a really cool and effective way to add more feeling to the poem, as well as making it more interesting. And the way the last line brings it back to the narrator again... I don't know there was something about that that was really cool.

Your style of writing is beautiful, and I love how you can fit so much into such a small space! All this information and meaning behind the few amount of words is incredible, and not something most people can do. I can definitely imagine reading this in a book and having full confidence it belongs there. It flows so well, too, and I really just love it.

Again, if there's ever anything you want to talk to me about, feel free to reach out! If you want to chat about poetry, about life, about staircases, I'm here!

Thank you so much for writing this poem, and being brave enough to share it here on YWS. Again, welcome! I hope I can read more of your poetry! Have an amazing day/night, and keep writing!

Time for a Black Cat Review!!

MEOW! Hello, friend! My name is Ellie and today I will be reviewing using my very own Black Cat Review Method! It is very similar to the incredible YWS S'more Method but I have Halloween-ified it and made it spooky! My little black cat friend, Vladimir, wants to offer his opinion on your amazing literary piece:

Mystical Witch Hat - What I See, Observe, and Interpret

This poem is very beautiful and heartfelt! I loved these lines:

From a little girl with innocence,

To a little older girl who always checked to see if she looked thin or not.

Her smudged makeup, knowing it’s not enough to hide herself

A million suns could never pick her up,

The brightest days only made her want to hide away.

Obsessed with seeing stars and other shapes but not the ones in the sky.

Begging to ‘look’ better.

Passing by her bedroom mirror

The mirror who’s watched her grow

My poor damaged little girl,

I wish that she could see herself the way that I see her.

I hope you have a spook-tastical day, filled with black cat mischief!