Mirror, Mirror
This isn't me.
I'm not the girl you think you see.
With her flowing dress,
And her pretty smile,
I'll try to confess,
Just give me a while.
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Mirror, Mirror
Hear my plea,
Someone listening is all I need.
Pain in my eyes,
A tear on my cheek,
I'll tell no more lies,
Just give me a week.
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Mirror, Mirror
What did you do?!
What you did cannot be true.
The blood on the floor.
The madness in my reflection.
I'll do as told,
Just give me crimson.
Story line: in the first stanza (part), a girl tells the mirror that she fakes a smile every day. In the second stanza, she actually becomes close to the mirror from telling something about her suffering. In the last stanza, the mirror told her to murder. At first, she thought it was wrong. Then she sold herself to the mirror, and she adopted a thirst for blood.
Alternative story: a girl was bullied even though she tried to fit in. She went home with so much hatred and pain, she looked in the mirror and didn't see her, but her with cold, blood lust, eyes.
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PoetryThese are really just poems. Some are about corruption, some about emotions, and some are scary stories. The first few poems are terrible,but give it time. They have gotten pretty good. WE BROKE 400 VEIWS!!! YAY!!!!!
