Reflection

Reflection

I saw you the other day,

You looked worse..

Did you eat ?

did you drink ?

take your pills?

 

You’re scaring me.

 You look like a wreck.

Stop seeing all those boys .

Your not some boy toy! 

Stop letting your emotions, Rule your choices.

 

Can you just speak to me?

Your makeup is running..

Your eyes are flooding..

You look weak and defeated!

The end isn’t coming!

 

Stop hiding your fears!

I’m opening up my ears.

 Speak to me..

Like i’m the reflection in the mirror

 

But I am!

You were so god damn beautiful!

When you were just you..

You didn’t try and fit in you were not thin or slim..

You were just right!

Curves that made they boys turn as you walked by..

 

But i’d see you well me in

 the mirror checking out your figure..

Drawing all these lines saying 

“Where would they put the scissor”

 

Then two weeks passed you got slimmer !

You turned away so you didn’t face the mirror ..

When you brush your hair,

Brush your teeth, or say that you’re a winner!

 

I might just be a reflection but this isn’t safe!

You belong in this human race!

You are pure bone a skeleton i suppose..

I miss your pretty face and your ivory colored skin tone,

I miss the real you

 I miss my pretty smile when you saw me in The reflection. 

I'd always go wild.

 Please fix yourself and stay for a while.

 

I know Life's unfair. 

But you just got to be aware of the people who still care.

You are a still a diamond but with flaws.

Nobody is perfect.

Not even God.

Don’t let us die out.

 

You’re still a beautiful diamond 

In the rough.

Don’t leave not like this

You are still A beautiful whisper in the night

That makes the stars sparkle during the midnight sky.

 

By: Isabelle Guyver

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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