My Reflection
by
Shannon W.
(Age: 17)
copyright 10-06-2006
Age Rating: 10 to 127
****OK, This is a poem for Sam H's contest about a picture, sure you don't see a picture of me crying and looking at my self in the mirror, but you can picture me. Tears running down my face, my make-up is running... you get the point. Right?****
Mirror, mirror on the wall, how is it that when I look at you
I see a girl. A girl who’s make-up is running
and can’t stop crying.
Who is this girl who feels
So much pain
And sorrow? Why does she cry so?
I look in her eyes
And all I see is sadness and
Pain.
I look at the girl and then it hits me! I know
This girl. I know that
Look of sadness and despair. The
Girl in the mirror is ME!
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This is a nice poem, and kinda sad, too. I especially like how you carry the same idea onto different lines...I forget the word used for that...
One thing I suggest, though, is making this a bit longer. ie Why is this person so upset?
I think this poem is a nice start, however.
And also, I think you might want to try making the "ME" at the end italised instead of in caps =]
Okay, I think I know this girl. She's always walking right behind me at school, waiting to pounce and whisper lies in my ear. God protects me from her though. He makes her stay where she is, although because I'm human, it won't get rid of the fact that she exists. He only lets her come to me during the times that I'm getting a little to big for my britches (sp??) to remind me that I'm not perfect. I'm glad though. One touch now and then is definetly better than her clinging to my back all the time like a demon.