mirror, mirror on the wall


It sat upon my dresser tall

The object that I feared

It pushed me up against the wall

but then just sat and leered

It stared while I tried to get dressed

The object’s evil eye

I swear I think the thing’s  obsessed   

And wants me to just die

I walked up to the object bold

I grinned with cowardice

My glare was icy frigid cold

My stance was powerless

I plucked my nerve and stood my ground

I wasn’t going to back down

The object just looked back at me

And what I could see was only me




About Madeline Scribes

A writer with a sense of humor. If anyone can laugh at life, it's me.
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4 Responses to mirror, mirror on the wall

  1. susieshy45 says:

    Wonderful poem, Madeline. Loved it and so meaningful too. I often look at the mirror myself and don’t like what I see. But I have to accept what I see, for that is the real me, right ?

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