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Mirror, mirror on the wall

Inanimate objects hold duality and the viewer’s perspective highlights the prominent side. The mirror could be a relic of self beauty for some. But, for a few, it could merely be a reflection of what they hate the most. I fall in the latter category, but this isn’t a hateful note oozing with resentment. It is a monologue of sorts. The lack of response hinders me from calling it a conversation.

by:Anjali

Mirror,

Mirror on the wall

My thoughts drown me as I wonder what I could ask you, So many endless possibilities, so many questions to ask. No wonder I sit here with stained cheeks, asking you for answers I already know. I don’t want to be absolute, but I must ask what I’ve always wondered:

Who is the most demoralized of them all? 

You don’t mold into any shape. Instead, you stare at me with silence so defying that I hear my rumination. From my peripheral vision, I see you grin like a Cheshire cat, gloating at my misery. Stop breathing down my neck, mirror. For I beg to you, answer the questions I ask.

Mirror,

mirror on the wall,

Why is silence your only answer?

I have crippled beneath you. You’ve watched me melt into a puddle. You show me who I hate the most. You laugh as I disintegrate. Why are you mocking me? Why are you calling me names? Stop showing me down. Stop talking to me. 

mirror, 

mirror on the wall,

Why do you show me down?

Why do you remind me of moments I failed? Why do you show me the one I hate the most. When I look at you with stained cheeks, why do I find a reflection laughing back at me?

Why do I hear you taunt me? 

Mirror, 

mirror on the wall, 

please pick me up from the dust. 

embrace me with your arms, 

don’t let me fade, today

Let me love who you show, 

don’t tear me to pieces for your fun,

cradle me in your arms. 

Whisper sweet nothings in my ears.

I don’t know why I talk to you, but you’re the only one who sees me drown. I don’t ask you to save me now. All I ask for is a hand to hold. Not another person’s but of the one you show. 

Mirror, 

mirror on the wall, 

don’t smile at my misery tonight. 

Let me sleep in peace for today,

so that I can wake up to eternal silence. 

Let me rest today,

for all eternities, silence to face

Calm my mind, take my soul 

don’t gloat at my misery, 

don’t tether me to my demise. 

Mirror,

mirror on the wall, 

Let me rewrite my story. 

By thoughtstains

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