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Tears, as razors, slice my face.
Her words, through the years, crush me again and again.
For a few moments,
I long to escape the insecurities,
she stabbed into my heart’s all-too-good-memory.
I hate the mirror sometimes,
because you told it what to say.
All these years later,
it repeats your insults.
I’m still dumb enough to believe them.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (5)
Really strong piece. Simple lines, big impact. The mirror isn’t the villain here—it’s just echoing an old voice that no longer deserves airtime. The awareness in this poem already proves you’re smarter than the lie.
Ugh, aren’t we all guilty of this. Great job
That's why windows are better than mirrors.windows can't be told what to say like mirrors can ❤️
Fucking great metaphor. Really well done. Ever been in s funhouse? Some mirrors distort. Find a more flattering one, one that highlights the best in you.
Very effective work with the mirror image!