To The Girl in The Mirror
To the girl in the mirror,
I see you. I see the redness of your eyes and the pain that brims within them. Pain that molds
itself in the shape of tears, and trails down your cheeks in a stream of neglected self-worth.
I hear you. I hear as you mutter lies to yourself, sharpening the stake of self-deprecation. And
the bleeding of your skin when you slice it open with your words.
I feel you.
The unfounded opinions of others form calluses on your palms. And I feel you struggle to keep
them still as you create a bed for your self-esteem. A bed so brittle, it breaks as you rest your
weight upon it.
Still, I believe in you, and that one day you will reserve the love you give others for yourself.
Until that day, I will remain. So, to the girl in the mirror, I am here.
- your mirror.
Written By: Jasmine Barrett, is a young poet from Toronto, Canada. She is a passionate writer and an aspiring author and screenwriter. She has various published works, which you can find on her Instagram at: @jaz.works.
Edited By: Devika Mathur (@my.valiant.soul)
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