COMPETITION PROMPT
Write a poem or story about a mirror struggling with the fact that she has no identity of her own. (What could this be symbolic of?)
Fragmented Identity
I am a mirror on a wall
trying so hard not to fall
I can be whatever
it is you want to see
a pretty face,
an ugly frown,
a bubbled tear falling down.
buy myself i never will know
for itβs only you can I show.
I am a mirror on a wall
Iβve been forced to see it all.
I watch you pick
apart your body
but lucky are you
to have legs that run
and ears that hear
a face that smiles
and a heart that feels
I am a mirror on a wall
trying my hardest not to fall.
For itβs only you I ever will be
and myself I never will see.