My Reflection
Ever since my ex boyfriend dumped me for my best friend, I have had a very low self-esteem. I've never been the same since then. This poem is about us breaking up but mostly about my friend who he left me for. Please comment.
I look in the mirror
& what do I see?
I see a girl who has been crying
That girl is me.
If you knew what I was feeling
You'd probably start to cry too,
The stress & frustration
But this girl isn't you.
But here I stare,
At my own reflection
Looking at myself
Wanting perfection.
I dry away my tears
Even though they start to re-occur,
I can't help to think
Why he broke up with me for her.
Sure she is pretty.
Sure she is rich.
Sure she is sweet
But damn she's a bitch!
She knew I was happy,
We were going so well,
But when he left me for her,
My heart just fell.
See, this guy was amazing
& so much fun!
He was affectionate & sweet-
To me he was the one.
But once again,
Slut-guts came round as I knew she would
& took my boyfriend away,
& crying was the only thing I could.
He left me so harshly,
I felt sick in my gut.
I was stupid enough to like the prick
But is he stupid enough to know she's a slut?
I mean, at her friend's sleepover,
She awoke in her brother's bed,
& she's been tagging along guys,
Fucking them in parks & giving them head.
But what does she have
That I haven't got?
The beauty? the money?
Or the whole entire lot????
She looks awesome in photos
When I look shit
She also has a rockin' bod'-
I can't take anymore of it!!
No wonder guy don't fall for m.
Their eyes are blank
But they start to light up
When they look over to see that skank!
I dry away my tears
As I think the last one just fell
I keep saying to myself-
I hope that bitch goes to fucking hell!
If I could change how I look, I'd change
My looks & definitely my complexion.
This is what I seek to have perfection.
But as I look in the mirror
What do I see?
I see a girl who has been crying
That girl is me.
If you knew what I was feeling
You'd probably start to cry too,
The stress & frustration
But this girl isn't you.
If I could only have one wish in the world
To fix my perfection,
I'd hand someone my mirror &
Ask them to change my reflection.
& what do I see?
I see a girl who has been crying
That girl is me.
If you knew what I was feeling
You'd probably start to cry too,
The stress & frustration
But this girl isn't you.
But here I stare,
At my own reflection
Looking at myself
Wanting perfection.
I dry away my tears
Even though they start to re-occur,
I can't help to think
Why he broke up with me for her.
Sure she is pretty.
Sure she is rich.
Sure she is sweet
But damn she's a bitch!
She knew I was happy,
We were going so well,
But when he left me for her,
My heart just fell.
See, this guy was amazing
& so much fun!
He was affectionate & sweet-
To me he was the one.
But once again,
Slut-guts came round as I knew she would
& took my boyfriend away,
& crying was the only thing I could.
He left me so harshly,
I felt sick in my gut.
I was stupid enough to like the prick
But is he stupid enough to know she's a slut?
I mean, at her friend's sleepover,
She awoke in her brother's bed,
& she's been tagging along guys,
Fucking them in parks & giving them head.
But what does she have
That I haven't got?
The beauty? the money?
Or the whole entire lot????
She looks awesome in photos
When I look shit
She also has a rockin' bod'-
I can't take anymore of it!!
No wonder guy don't fall for m.
Their eyes are blank
But they start to light up
When they look over to see that skank!
I dry away my tears
As I think the last one just fell
I keep saying to myself-
I hope that bitch goes to fucking hell!
If I could change how I look, I'd change
My looks & definitely my complexion.
This is what I seek to have perfection.
But as I look in the mirror
What do I see?
I see a girl who has been crying
That girl is me.
If you knew what I was feeling
You'd probably start to cry too,
The stress & frustration
But this girl isn't you.
If I could only have one wish in the world
To fix my perfection,
I'd hand someone my mirror &
Ask them to change my reflection.
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