Mirror Mirror

on the wall

Pink flesh turns black to blue,
then taking on a purplish hue,
itchy stitches run their course
hard pain’s tears cry her throat hoarse

blue eyes won’t greet the mirror
reflecting the scar-she the bearer
the ugly truth an imperfect terror

beautifully
unbeautiful

unbeautiful
beautifully

thoughts tucked below
the horizon of her mind
dance like skeletons
the mirror always there to torment and remind

mirror mirror
what is it you see when you look at me?
Mirror mirror

                       You reflection does not lie
                       you cannot see me on the inside
beautifully
unbeautiful

unbeautiful
beautifully

the reflection is all anyone will ever see
unless they get to know me
unless they get to know me

© 2010 Lyndsey Warren