She has a room full of mirrors <br />Of all different shapes and sizes. <br />Square ones and small ones, <br />All glittering with surprises. <br /> <br /> <br />This one shows her Round, <br />And that one makes her Tall, <br />Another shows her Skinny, <br />While that one makes her Small. <br /> <br />She likes the one that makes her pretty, <br />But she knows its just her face, <br />And she hates the one that makes her squiggly, <br />Yet she lines the edges with lace. <br /> <br />There are no walls or doors in her room, <br />Its only padded in glass. <br />Each one with a different face <br />Reflecting back in one large mass. <br /> <br />But in a corner dark and bare <br />Sits a mirror away from the images of the day <br />It's wrapped in dust and years long dead, <br />All alone, it's tucked away. <br /> <br />And she doesn't use him anymore, <br />She dreads his glassy Cyclops stare <br />Because she knows that when she looks inside <br />She'll discover no one's there.<br /><br />Jen Nettles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mirrors-15/
