Hello Saffie,

A sad poem here.

Reflections are often revealing - not just the surface reflection, but reflect what is on the inside, or at least

Here we have a harsh interpretation (if you don't mind me saying) of a reflection. Descriptions of being like a monster, an evil beast is enough to cause anyone to scream.

On a poetical level. I like the vivid imagery and the layout. I can clearly see and feel the disgust and recoiling away from what is seen. I can hear the scream, blood curdling no doubt. The word splintering to describe the glass mirror could be a simile for a splintering mind and creates a powerful affect.

The poems last stanza - the realization that what was feared has become a reality. A worst fear come true.

A good write.

Take care,

Michael

Such a sad poem with extremely vivid imagery.

I love the way you have encompassed the two meanings of the word reflection here, both in the thoughtful, introspective sense and with the more literal meaning of looking into a mirror.

I'm sure so many of us can equate with that sudden realisation that we have become what we most hated.

As ever, a superb write Saffie.

So many new poems by you, I have some catching up to do!

I really like what Michael said about reflections being revealing, more than just the surface. How true is that.

"I no longer like the person I see
staring back at me,
I no longer even admire
the heart that beats inside."

- My heart aches with this stanza. I believe self-love and self-acceptance is one of the hardest things. It takes time.

"Hating the monster I have become,
wanting to scream so loud
that the glass in the mirror
shatter my evil reflection
into shards on the ground."

- I hear that cry here. That need to scream and release something, anything. It's like you want to scream so badly but at the same time you can't. I think "shatter" should be plural though?

"How could I allow myself
to become so numb,
so dead inside?"

- These are simple but provoking lines. Often, I've tried to explain the feeling of being numb to others. It's hard to explain or comprehend. It's almost like I'd rather feel anything, happy/sad/angry than nothing. Then not feeling real or alive.

"To look into this mirror every day
and see this reflection staring back at me,
is seeing a reflection of everything
I said I'd never be!"

- Thoughtful ending. It doesn't give too much to the reader but shows your disappointment perhaps with yourself, the anger, the inability to forgive yourself.

Take care.