“Monster in the Mirror”
By: Amaranth Ebony
I don’t quite understand the other girls my age,
For they have this bizarre obsession
To stand before a polished pane of glass
And admire their own reflection.
What is so beautiful that they see?
For as far as I can tell,
When I look into my mirror each morning,
All I see is a monster from Hell.
She is my demon, borne of the Blaze,
With a temper as fiery as her eyes.
But, she is very clever to hide from the world
With my body as her disguise.
I can see she is plotting something
Within my tearful, dark eyes staring back…
Using my own body, she inflicts my wounds:
That is how she can attack.
Without my knowledge nor consent,
She brings a glimmering blade to my vein…
And with a deft swipe, blood beads at the slit,
Bringing me into a world of tears and pain.
She tells me that I deserve it-
That it’s the only way I can make things right…
That is the last thing I heard in my ear
Before I ventured into that dark, endless night.
My parents weep and mourn,
And my friends avoid me as I pass:
All because of the monster in the mirror,
Wearing my face in that pane of glass.
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