Since so many people have been having confessions today, (it has been kind of like church) I thought I would put this poem up. This is taking me alot of confidence, so if you don't see me on the forums for the next few days, this is the reason why.

And, people, this a LONG, dark poem, so I understand if some don't wish to veiw it.

The Mirror

Part One: Sorrow

I look into my reflection.
Seeing another world, filled with many differences.
In the mirror, I see,
a girl who cries,
whose hair is black
whose eyes are blue,
and whose skin is paler than mine.
We both bring our hands to the glass.
We both hand in hand.
We were seperated a year ago.
And now she is coming back.
I wanted her back and yet I didn't.
I didn't want to cry, but I wanted to be silent once again.
This girl, even though she cried, saved me a year ago with her silent sobs.
I saw her in my reflection and I wished back for the silence that taught me so much.
It taught me that....
Knowledge speaks, while Wisdom listens.
The Weak are cruel, but the Strong have no need to be.
And a person may be Alive, and Dead, at the same time.

Part two: Imagination

I look into my reflection.
Seeing another world, filled with many differences.
In the mirror, I see,
a girl who is strong, who hardly cries,
whose hair was long and almost white,
whose eyes were like a cat's and were purple,
whose skin was paler than mine.
I created her and she knows it.
She knows I admire her.
She knows I try to be her.
She knows about my other crying side.
She knows, that last year, I died.
She tries her best to bring me back, and it is working, but I'm getting more attached to her world, not mine.
And yet, I don't care.
I wish to leave the fools ho inhabit here.
Who hurt others, and don't care.
I wish so badly to go to her world, I don't even care if I go insane.
I would gladly give up my sanity.
But, ,maybe, someday, thses fools will see.
Maybe they won't be so blind to the crippled and crying.
And, on that day, they will truely see.

Part three: Wrath
I look into my reflection.
Seeing another world, filled with many differences.
In the mirror, I see,
a girl who hates,
whose hair is drty blonde,
whose eyes are black,
and whose skine was paler than mine.
We both punch the glass, blood running down our hands.
Too filled with hate to care.
She hates the ones who hurt her.
Determined to get them back.
Because of them her soul died.
Because of them she now feels almost nothing.
Because of them she is filled with hate and sadness.
Because of them she is alone.
This girl believes in Karma.
That what goes around, comes around.
That one day she will get the chance to destroy those who hurt her and the Others.
And laugh as they scream.
And be happy as their blood seeps into the ground.
But, in the end guilt will get to her.
And she will be Sorry and Alone for the rest of her life.

Part four: Pity

I look into my reflection.
Seeing another world, filled with many differences.
In the mirror, I see,
a girl filled with pity,
who was both young and old,
whose hair was white,
whose eyes were like snow,
and whose skin was paler than mine.
I met this woman, about 2 years ago.
Whose heart was filled with Pity for the blind.
She tries to get them to listen, time and time again.
But sadly, at least for now, she does it in vain.
She is what restrains Wrath and her spite.
Without her, there would be much hate.
But, thanfully, I met her in time before it was too late.
I hope one day, her mission will be complete.
But I still hope, even after the blind see, she will stay.
For she too, taught me much.
She has taught me...
Pity the blind, for their world in closed.
Don't harbor anger, for it will only destroy.
Continue to learn from the past, for it always repeats.
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Well, I will never ever put something this long up ever again. Hope you guys liked the poem. Whenever I get even a little sad (or happy) I am able to make really good poems. Please, be gentle with comments.

I didn't think it was dark as much as it captured my attention and articulit. It was a good poem. Very deep, i like things like that. You were able to express the different sides of your personality really well.It paints a vivid picture in my mind. It was all around good.

Wow. That was really good. I think I'm gonna print that off and show it to my friends. You really have true talent when writing poetry. I think that it shows the diferences that people can put into words. I loved it.

Where I come from, this would be put into category, "This person is Dark/Suicidal/Disturbed." It is my experience with the School and a certain poem I wrote that makes it hard to show others my work. Also, the School lied to me about not telling my Mom. This has given me a certain distrust of Guidence Councillors, and it forced me to suffocate my talent of writing poems. I'm actually suprised it came out so well. But, if my Mom ever found the orginal of my poem....