The Mirror Explains Things To Me
This is just another interpretation of the self.
Bedroom walls reflect the dreams of your childhood and sullen memories.
Old diary entries reflect all the different girls you used to be. This is self-reflection.
You’ve forgotten how loved you felt being held in your own arms. Softly dancing
alone in your room and refusing to surveil the details of your body, this is self-connection.
Sometimes the lights flicker when you turn on the blow dryer, sometimes the
synchronicity of the light and your hand is other-worldly. This is self-inception.
Your head is filling up with hundreds of thoughts and hundreds of voices
but none of them are your own. This causes the self’s disconnection.
Most of the time, you love yourself the less you are, restraining the better things from
your body, restricting and calculating till nothing else remains. This is self-neglecting.
I know you feel it’s easier playing the role of the hollow girl, the malleable modern myth.
Those days you wish to disappear, never acknowledge another or your own reflection.
And some days you don’t want to describe the emptiness, to read the words aloud.
You see me as the monstrosity in the corner of your room. I am more than just your reflection.
I am glass, a mirror of you, your number one girl, the one always watching you.
Trying to be your selfless crusader, always listening, waiting softly. This is self-reflection.
Kailah Figueroa is a young poet and visual artist. Her poetry has been published in The Loud Journal and is forthcoming in Royal Rose Magazine. You can find her on Instagram and Twitter @KailahFigueroa.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.