Fractured Illusions

You scowl at the mirror.
I can't tear you away.
Look at me.
Look at me!
But you don't.
So many nasty words are directed at the girl in the reflection.
Can't you see her crying too?

She stares with fiery eyes, yelling, returning the angry words.
But no one hears her.
We only hear you.
Disgusting.
Ugly.
Alienated.
Why do you call yourself this?
Your fingers grab at your reflection,
clawing at her face in disgust.
She copies your actions, but she is trapped;
stuck behind that silver wall.
She attempts to claw at the barrier that seperates her from you.
She just wants to get away.

You both cry at each other,
frustrated and confused.
Please look at me...
Clawing.
Sobbing.
Anger.
Look at me!
You stop and fall to the comfort of the ground,
away from the mirror.
Away from your reflection.
You hate yourself,
you think everyone hates the way you look.
But you are wrong.
Dead wrong.

I tell you that to me,
you couldn't be more perfect.
That you are important to me,
and it is important for you to simply be you.
Beauty comes from within, and everybody can see that.
I don't want you to fall into that trap,
you should be happy for who you are.
How can you expect your reflection to stop being insecure,
when you refuse to be happy with yourself?

Don't hurt anymore

I help you up while you snuffle and sniff.
Because friends are there to catch you when you fall.

Don't listen to the lies

Slowly I bring you towards the mirror,
I notice you stop crying.

Don't be fooled by what they say.

Your eyes meet the pair in the mirror,
tears upon your face and all.

Don't forget how kindhearted you are

And you smile.
You smile so much,
that you have a glowing newness about you.
The girl in the mirror no longer looks like she wants to escape.
You lift your hand to the silver blanket.
She copies you, and your hands meet.
But you're both smiling.
And that's when I know not to worry,
because when you finally look at me,
I know that your personal torture has come to its end.

Don't be afraid to be yourself.