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The Mirror is a Liar
If her mirror could talk what would it say?
Does she stand there and look all day?
Would it tell of her crying,
tears flying,
saying she wasn’t enough,
wishing she was a little more tough?
Does it tell her she’s ugly,
never ever lovely?
She listens and believes
as she carries and carries,
the weight of the world on her shoulders.
Her mirror is lying
Every part of her dying
Tearing her apart
This beautiful piece of art.
She doesn’t understand
God made her with His own hands,
right out of clay,
perfect in every way.
Her mirror must be a liar,
Because all can see the beauty in and outside her.
Girl, you are so beautiful
Inside and out.
I don't know what your mirror is talking about.

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I wrote this piece technically for school but one day I was looking in the mirror, about to get in the shower, and I thought what would happen if a mirror could talk. We always talk about what if walls could, what they would witness, but really I think it's the mirrors that actually know the truth. They see people at their most vulnerable state because when people look at them, they stare back at themselves. The mirrors know all. So I took that idea and ran with it. This poem was probably the easiest thing I had ever written. It came to me so much easier than anything ever had before. I guess that is what happens when you feel something deep down. I think there are many girls (and boys) who struggle with this kind of thing and I wanted to publish it because I feel that some people might feel it as deeply as I did. If you read it, thank you, and thank you for reading this. I hope this means as much to you as it does to me.