The Web Poetry Corner - Heather Nicole Luther - My Own Reflection
My Own Reflection
by
Heather Nicole Luther
That person there in front of me
Looks at me rather strange,
For that person knows me as well
As I know myself, through every single range.
That person used to be
My very best friend,
But something happened down the road
That caused that all to end.
Now that person still exists
And haunts me everyday,
It stares at me so evilly
Because it is aware of all my ways.
Those eyes, they stare through me
As if I were glass,
It’s like they look at me but they look past me
As if I were just a phase of gas.
That smile that looks at me
Sends chills down my spine,
I want to believe that it’s ok
But nothing about it is fine.
The movement and the gestures
That this person makes to me,
They distinguish the way I act now
And the way I used to be.
As I’m looking at this person
Staring back at me eye-to-eye,
I realize it’s my own reflection
Showing the years that have gone by.
My reflection is of me
But it’s not the "me" I know.
Evil things and corruptness
Are the things it shows.
I never thought I was evil
And I never seen myself as rude,
But now staring at my own reflection
I see that I‘m rather crude.
My mind is so unsophisticated
And so full of awful things,
It’s so corrupt that I can’t be
Fixated on the good that life brings.
I want to be as beautiful
As I see myself,
And I want to be the person
That I see in the picture on the shelf.
If I see myself as great
As I think I am,
Then why does my own reflection stare at me
With eyes so full of sham?
Even though I know that this person
Is merely my own reflection,
I realize that I must change my ways
For my own protection.
I refuse to be the person
That stares so evilly back at me,
And I know that I will avoid that person
By being all that I know I can be.