The day I saw myself in the mirror
Well, there I stood, I guess I was about 3 foot 8 maybe 4 feet,
Plenty of blood moving and a sound heartbeat,
I stood looking at what I thought could not be true,
No! I thought, this is worse than anything I ever knew,
Kids often teased me and called me ugly, but I never believed it to be true,
I always thought that yeah you know, im a little on the side that says attraction,
Upward on the scale, never a fraction,
Below that of pretty, also known as ugly,
But the mirror had a truth, one that made me feel bruised,like a game of rugby,
I looked and was horrified, I instantly knew that average was as far as I could go,
Nothing I could do, nothing there to show,
But I wouldnt give up, I had plenty of fight,
I would be handsome with all my might,
I tried shifting my face, twisting it in every way I could,
I tried pulling my face off in the hopes that the real, more attractive one would,
Show up and put up a exhausted smile on my face,
But no, nothing could change the face,
That I would have to get accustomed to for years to come,
Saddened I tried a last resort, a final sum,
I stood perfectly still, closed my eyes and wished it away,
Hoping that it would be a different me, a different face, looking back at me that day,
I squinted my eyes as tight as I could,
Gave it all I had, I even knocked on wood,
But when I opened them it was the same face, nothing more,
Except painful eyes and tears that rolled from my face to the floor.
Plenty of blood moving and a sound heartbeat,
I stood looking at what I thought could not be true,
No! I thought, this is worse than anything I ever knew,
Kids often teased me and called me ugly, but I never believed it to be true,
I always thought that yeah you know, im a little on the side that says attraction,
Upward on the scale, never a fraction,
Below that of pretty, also known as ugly,
But the mirror had a truth, one that made me feel bruised,like a game of rugby,
I looked and was horrified, I instantly knew that average was as far as I could go,
Nothing I could do, nothing there to show,
But I wouldnt give up, I had plenty of fight,
I would be handsome with all my might,
I tried shifting my face, twisting it in every way I could,
I tried pulling my face off in the hopes that the real, more attractive one would,
Show up and put up a exhausted smile on my face,
But no, nothing could change the face,
That I would have to get accustomed to for years to come,
Saddened I tried a last resort, a final sum,
I stood perfectly still, closed my eyes and wished it away,
Hoping that it would be a different me, a different face, looking back at me that day,
I squinted my eyes as tight as I could,
Gave it all I had, I even knocked on wood,
But when I opened them it was the same face, nothing more,
Except painful eyes and tears that rolled from my face to the floor.
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