I hate the girl I see in the mirror
She stares back, I hate her more
Her incomplete story of tarnished desire,
Her tangled mess of thoughts set on fire
I hate the girl I see in the mirror
A hate that is light, so light that it creeps in slowly,
Through each crevice, each crack in her mind
And chips away at the girl hidden behind,
The hate, the loathing, peeking through hopes declined
I hate the girl I see in the mirror
And she hates me more because I let her forget, forget how to love herself
And remind her only that time traps her in an image of hate,
A resentment I spend years to create
Because it’s easier to hate the girl in the mirror, than let her love who casts the reflection
Very poignant and evocative. I feel her.
Thanks