The person in the mirror

by leslie T   Feb 1, 2004


The person i saw was SO upset, so lost, so angry, she just wanted to run away from her problems and leave.

the person i saw was depressed not knowing what to do with herself, knowing what she was doing wasn't good to her health.

the person i saw was emotionless, like in a trance.

the person i saw was sad inside, thinking she wasn't good enough.

the person i saw didn't want any help, all she wanted was to be by herself.

the person i saw made me sickened that someone could be like that, i wanted to help her and give her things that she lacks.

the person i saw getting sick in the toilet every time after a meal made me go crazy, i knew i had to say something but i didn't want to let her know i knew about it.

the person i saw couldn't get ride of her illness, it was like a disease, all it does is make you wanna leave.

the person i saw wanted to leave everything behind, nothing matter anymore, she started sniffing lines.

the person i saw needed help and i was right there looking at her but said nothing, i should have said something.

the person i saw i tried to talk to but no response came from her mouth, she just sat there in her house.

the person i saw i tried to yell and tell her to stop, she didn't hear me, she just cried and to the floor she dropped.

the person i saw i tried to touch and sudden i was touching a glass wall, it wouldn't let me touch her, all a sudden i took a good look at the girl........the girl Ive seen for so long was me.

i was looking at myself, the person i didn't know i was until i had to see me for myself.

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  • 20 years ago

    by kaysha

    wow...very interesting poem. But your topic was something I can really relate to. I mean i hate myself for all im worth and can hardley stand my own reflection. But just think of the positive. Please, i know depression is very difficult. But a known fact: Depression is a very curable desease. So please try to get help, or maybe talk to a very trusting friend. Please check out my poems: Free from what, Troubled reality, goodnight, all alone. If you ever need someone to talk to, you can also e-mail me at Carlajun@shaka.com