Inner beauty

by Rey Severs   Dec 16, 2017


Break the reflection, shatter the mirror,
What greets me, is something hideous and bitter,
Flaws all over, scars so deep,
I hate myself so much I weep,

I'm not perfect, no matter if I try,
And if I see some beauty, it's sure to be a lie,
Disgusting body, revolting facade,
Who knew loving yourself could be so hard?

I spit on my reflection, fists bloody on the cracks,
What is innocent, I'll never get back,
Why was it stolen, why is it ugly,
Why is there only darkness inside me?

Purple scars from a troubled teen,
"Not quite healed" is what it means,
"Yet I deserve them" I whisper begrudgingly,
|I deserved all the bad that happened to me"

But behind the hatred filled cries,
I know it's not true, it's from their lies,
Subtle wacks to my self esteem,
From people hollow, selfish, mean.

"I'm average at most" I reason with myself,
It may be untrue, but better for my health,
"Not ugly, not attractive, the middle ground"
And from that day forward, the mirror was taken down.

Find something to love, whether eyes or a smile,
Even if you barely see it, even when feeling vile,
You are beautiful, even if you never see it,
And if you can't do that yet, then try to be it.

Beauty is within, be compassionate and caring,
Be brave, be wreckless, brash and daring,
Have pity, be kind, and certainly gentle,
The person you meet, may be sharing your hell.

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  • 6 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    Life's circumstances change how we see ourselves when we are looking at the mirror. When I was younger I loved looking at my reflection even in the midst of all my physical flaws. I have a very thick hair and I was never the sexy type of girl and yet I love how I look 100%. Now, I barely look at the mirror, like once a day, that is when I'm fixing my look when I go out. There is a certain sadness that creeps up to me when I see the physical changes in me but more than that, I see the mental and emotional side of me and I see how changed a person am I. It's true, we can look at the mirror and barely recognize ourselves.

    This poem is just wonderful, because it describes what I feel when I look at the mirror, and more importantly, because it reminds the readers that the most important thing is how we look at ourselves, meaning how we give value to who we are. We need to feel good about ourselves and get over our physical, mental or emotional flaws. Thanks for posting this! Great write!

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