Looking through the dirty mirror, <br />I see someone looking back, <br />I do not recognize the look of desperation <br />And depression in her eyes. <br /> <br />This is what the people close to my heart have done, <br />This is on their consciences’ <br />This is what happens when you trust without questions, <br />You believe and take to heart what they have done, <br /> Knowingly and unknowingly. <br /> <br />In my reflection I see tears, <br />Streaming down her face, <br />Yet my face is dry. <br />This mirror shows my inner feelings, <br />The self loathing, and desperation, <br />The need for love and attention. <br /> <br />“There is more hunger for love <br />and attention in this world than for bread” <br />this quote rings true, <br />I have a filled belly, and money, <br />Yet I do not have the one thing that makes a human happy: <br />Unconditional love. <br /> <br />Once I was happy, and confident, <br />Then personal tragedy struck, <br />And everyone thought I was ok, <br />They thought that if they ignored it, <br /> It would go away and not affect us. <br />They did not hear us crying ourselves to sleep, <br />They did not see the fresh marks on our arms, <br />Or the blood running down our sides <br /> <br />They break us down instead of building us up, <br />We allow them to come close, <br />So that we can forever have the blackened knife in our backs. <br />You were supposed to love us, <br />Yet you left us out to die.<br /><br />Rebecca Bekker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-through-the-dirty-mirror/
