Hazel’s Poem

Broken mirror, Broken mirror,

Staring from the wall,

Can’t you see what it’s doing to me?

I’m scared that I may fall.

 

Hateful mirror, Hateful mirror,

Scornfully looking down

You think you know what’s always best

But you don’t know much at all.

 

And here I’m standing,

On this open gravel road

If a monster does come out for me,

Then there’s no reason to call.

 

I’m beaten up and broken down,

From the mirrors broken shards,

So if I’m gone before you wake,

Then from the other side, I’ll watch you crawl.

 

You’ve made a big mistake,

And my body is now yours to haul.

 

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