MIRROR

Pull from me these chains of discontent

Their hold binding me so tightly

I gasp for air

Constantly

Fighting against

Who I think I’m supposed to be

The perfect one

The flawless one

Not a mistake goes unnoticed

As I pretend

Always

Playing this fucking game

It’s all a game

This mask of tears

Of pain

Of anger

Bleeding in the mirror

Yet

Remaining

unseen

copyright Amy Pelletier (2008)