The Mirror

She’s very careful
She’s looking to her left and to her right
She’s looking up
She cannot express her fright.

But she continues
It’s not over yet
She’s walking past the bodies
Still no regret.

‘It’s easy!’ she thinks
‘You just have to watch out.’
She laughs and walks faster
No worry, there’s no doubt.

A few steps pass,
And a body takes her ankle hold
One mistake, just one
Was needed to make her old.

She screams, she moves her foot
It finally lets it go
She continues
So…

As time passes
The bodies still touch her
And by every touch
She is elder and elder.

Now, she’s too old
One more mistake can be fatal
She keeps walking cautiously
Till she reaches the end of the hall.

There’s the mirror!
She can see all
She can see her pathetic life
She can see she is tall.

She can see she is fat
She can see she is thin
She can see she is ugly
She can see her every sin.

This is not the mirror!
It’s a fake
This is not the mirror
For fuck’s sake!

She was supposed to see
Tiredness, thirst
All of her struggles
Expect all of the worst.

Depression, black thoughts
Sadness, anger, confusion
Guilt, starvation, uselessness
Underestimation, desolation.

Fright, faith, misanthropy
Powerless, disgust
Hopelessness, stupidity
And let’s not forget lust.

But there was nothing of these.
It showed even fame.
She wanted to see her life
That’s why she wanted to play this sick game.

So, she bashed the mirror
This, she could not stand
She fell down, breathless
She fell down, next to the dead.