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she and the mirror friends - poem

tokkittalgi October 29th

//-slight tw for light themes of self h*rm-//

mr. mirror, tell me what you see?
for never can i see her smiling.
no time on her hands,
and so her brain stays fried.
she speaks to no one,
and no one says goodnight.

every time that she closes her eyes,
she questions if this might be the last time.
mirror friends don't make her feel safe.
and she hates this skin; but can't look away.

fingernails to the flesh,
they've gone a little too deep.
self-soothing lost its true meaning.
she's not the girl that she used to be,
but to return to her, she'd give anything.

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@tokkittalgi Hi Tokki, thank you for sharing this with us. This was deep and quite moving.

I appreciate this poem. 💓 

wIthpeACE October 31st

@tokkittalgi

Hey there, Tokki! It has been a while since I read one of your poems but you are still so good! :)

The poem appreciated the sad side of a choice - that once made can never be changed...it is cool how you used a clear play on her talking to a mirror or just looking at it as a another person and called it a 'mirror friend.' 

Keep up the good work, Tokki! :D