The Mirror

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    The Mirror

    You stand before the mirror, it can tell no lies
    All you see is pain and fear, which comes as no surprise
    There is no hidden agenda, in all that you see
    Because it costs you nothing, for there is no fee

    It will always tell the truth, no matter what you want
    When you look into it, your secrets they will taunt
    The secret things that you should tell, they want to come out
    But you will not let them, so in the mirror they shout

    They shout at you to let them out, so they can be heard
    But you can’t let them out; you can’t utter a word
    But you know there are some, which need to be told
    But you won’t let go of them, they need to be controlled

    But looking in the mirror, they are taunting you
    Your eyes are giving you away; you need to be true
    The reflection in the mirror, doesn’t look like you
    The person you are seeing, seems to be askew

    Everything inside of you, is trying to come out
    You don’t want to let it, so you start to shout
    But you know you don’t dare, utter any sound
    Somebody might hear you, if they are around

    Then they will want to know, what was all the yelling
    You don’t want to explain, you’re secrets you’d be telling
    So you keep it to yourself, the secrets that you hide
    No one else needs to know, the real you inside

    Only in the mirror, do you see your real self
    Not the one you show around, and keep up on the shelf
    That one is a phony, it is just for show
    That is the only one they see, the only one they know

    All the secrets that you keep, are eating you inside
    If you were to let them out, you fear you’d have to hide
    Then one day a few slip out, out into the room
    And you look around you, sure that there is doom

    Your husband looks at you, and says “It’s about time”
    It really wasn’t all that bad, nobody committed a crime
    He said he knew it all along, he just wouldn’t say
    He figured he could wait it out, at least until today

    Now you have a few more secrets, which you need to tell
    But you are afraid of him, afraid that he might yell
    So you just let go of them, those secrets deep inside
    Your husband he just looks at you, as if trying to decide

    Then he says “I love you”, and takes you in his arms
    Because when the truth comes out, it really never harms
    Now when you look in the mirror, and see the real you
    You don’t have to look away, it doesn’t look askew

    You see a beautiful person, you haven’t seen before
    That person is the real you, the one you had in store
    Now that you have seen her, and you like what you see
    No more secrets will you keep, you will set them free

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    am2anangel commented on The Mirror

    10-24-2009

    Wow this was great. I just stumbled across your poem. I feel like you know my mirror. lol! The inner turmoil. the indecision, the secrets. well done and very deep. I enjoyed this piece.

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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