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The War Against the Mirror
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Not-so-happy Poems I look at myself in the mirror
And I realize that it was a mistake
Because it's started the war all over again
I hate having to see, but I can't help but look
Wondering how anybody could consider this mess pretty
I try to smooth my hair, a reflex, then wonder why I bothered
It's a frizzy, poofy mess, untameable
I could never make it look right
And even if I could, it would do nothing to help this face,
I realize as I continue to gaze at the glassy surface
With those ever-changing eyes of mine
They could almost be a point of pride with me, almost
If only they would just stay one colour
But instead, they change, rarely stopping at an attractive shade
So I hide them behind these glasses, so nobody has to see
I grimace, and in doing so, I catch sight of my mouth
With its cracked lips - How could anoyne ever want to kiss those? -
And the hideous, too-wide, fake looking smile that I hate
Almost as much as I hate my horrible, spotty, freckled skin
Skin too easily burned, too easily scarred, but not easily healed
I turn from the mirror, disgusted with myself, and begin to leave
But still I wonder what anybody could see in that
So I glance back over my shoulder once more
And begin the war once again.
I know where you're coming from. So many people hate the way they look, whether they're fat, thin, tall or short. The most stunning people in the world can think they're ugly, yet the ugliest will think they're beautiful. We all have distorted, bias views of ourselves, but as long as there are people who love us, and care for us, it doesn't matter one little bit how we look. So keep looking for the positive things about yourself, the fact your eyes change colour (like mine, and I'm sure many others' do) makes you mysterious, and interesting. Have a competition to see who can actually figure out what colour your eyes are, and laugh at them when they really can't figure out what colour they actually are! Make a joke of things, don't take life too seriously, and love yourself for who you are. You seem like a lovely person, so don't beat yourself up for things you can't change (well, without plastic surgery anyways!! And that's expensive!) xXx
P.S. I love the title of this poem, it's so true! Mirrors should be banned :p
I'm a guy, but I also have a war with my mirror. I hate it.
And I don't how people can even look at me.
Jennifer,
I do not know you, but after reading this peice it seems when it comes to our features were quite the same. Actually, the only way I found out about this peice is because of Bryant. He and I were together once, but that was over a very long time ago. However, let me tell you, Bryant does not like ugly people, so you must be very beautiful to have his affections.
However, I do know where you're coming from in this peice. I don't think too highly of myself either, in fact I think I'm a horrible thing to look at. Being a natural redhead, I could really relate to you on the skin burning part, and the freckles as well. The color-changing eyes; yep I have those too, and although I hate everything about myself, my eyes I'd say are the most unique. It's good to have color changing eyes, Jennifer, it gives a person something new to look at every time they look at you. Mine change a lot with my mood, depending on what I am at the moment, my eyes will be a certian color. They're never the same twice, but the color will be close to the last time. Anyway, back on track. Don't hide your eyes, I bet they're beautiful. My hair may not be frizzy, but it's very long and very straight, and there's isn't much that I CAN do with it.
Like I said before, I know you have no idea who I am, but I bet that you are beautiful. I do know what it's like to have a war with a mirror; in fact that's why I don't look at myself in the mirror.
I know for a fact that if you've ever said in front of Bryant that you're ugly, he's done everything in his power to make you think else wise. Like I said, he does not like ugly people. I've never seen you, but I bet you're very beautiful, and through your words I can tell why he likes you so much. Keep on writing, and I hope one day you (and I as well) can get over that war with the mirror and finally say "I am beautiful!"
Michelle
Jennifer, you are beautiful and you don't need any wars with the mirror. So if this is about yourself, just be proud of who you are. And coming from a fellow freckle, they are cute and be happy with yourself. Just remember that you're your toughest critic and half the things you may think are imperfections, like a little blemish or anything else, most people won't even notice. I use to be paranoid about everything until I realized that when I thought something was SO noticable and awful, no one even cared or thought anything of it. So just be happy with who you are, that may take time but if you love yourself so will others.