Possibly Triggering - Behind the Mirror ( poem)

[Shadowedcorner]

I'm posting this up to distract myself. I don't really like this poem but, meh... I need something to do. Its a bit different from the others I've written.

Warnings: Possibly triggering. Lengthy. Here goes:

Behind the Mirror

On borrowed time
I'm standing here.
Have you met
My friend in the mirror?

She looks just like me.
And her smile is the same
But inside she knows
Its only a game.

What you see is not what you get.
This facade that I've put up
For her to show the world
Has burned, the edged curled.

You'll start to see
Through parts of her into me.
My soul is deceased.
How can this be?

I'm living my life
Behind the mirror's glass
And I'm thinking to myself
How much longer can I last?

You don't know
The pain I go through each day.
Fading quickly, still holding on
But it never used to be this way.

Suddenly I've fallen
And its a different pain I feel
A pain so deep it makes me wonder
If I'm even real.

The girl in the mirror looks at me
Her eyes so dark and sad.
She closes them and dreams
Of the love she's never had.

She begans to fade away
Slowly she is disappearing
Until no trace remains
This can't be happening.

Its over
I'm over
This world behind the glass
Has finally come to pass.

Ending....Once again it makes no sense. Oh well. I'd love to hear what people have to say about it. Thanks for reading.

[xxybermancer]

The ending does make sense; a poem can tell a story, go on tangents, and still reflect you.

"For her to show the world
Has burned, the edged curled."

I love those lines the most.

This is pretty well written. The only advice I stress to people is don't put yourself in the corner. You've seen how I like to 'free write' instead of endless ryhmes and lines.

Oh, and I hope you're distracted enough. =)

lxxy

[Shadowedcorner]

Thanks. There are few poems I have that actually don't rhyme. Maybe I'll post one up later. As for the distraction part, today's a new day and although its not going to well, its another chance to start over, I suppose. Thanks again.