I stumbled upon this mirror, <br />I gazed into its depths, <br />The image inside confused me, <br />It danced about illogically. <br />It sang a tune erratically. <br />It visually disgusted me. <br /> <br />The image was played out like a motion picture; <br />It had all the right actors <br />All the right scenes <br />All the right props <br />except <br />it was missing me. <br /> <br />An imposter stood in my place, <br />stole my spotlight, <br />and laughed in my face. <br />I was transfixed by the image, <br />A horror beyond any before, <br />A sharp shove at my back, <br />Then face forward I fell to the floor. <br /> <br />Suddenly I realized how naive I had been, <br />I left what was most cherished to me unattended, <br />That’s when this phony stepped right in, <br />She saw the world in which I resided <br />Decided she was comfortable with this skin, <br />Into my limbs she subsided, <br />Much to my great chagrin. <br /> <br />On the jagged floor on which I fell, <br />I lay limp, engulfed in pain. <br />To all my happiness I bid farewell, <br />Nothing would ever again feel sane. <br />My stupidity was clear as crystal now, <br />To this imposter I refuse to bow, <br />But what could be done from where I lay, <br />Bleeding, broken, in disarray. <br /> <br />I stumbled upon this mirror, <br />I gazed into its depths, <br />The image inside was reality. <br />It didn’t hesitate to slap me, <br />It punched me - violently, <br />I earned it for acting foolishly <br />My naiveté was the end of me.<br /><br />Jennifer Romero<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lamentation-of-a-miscalculation/
