Talking to the Lady in the Mirror

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again, you witch. Let me get my slipper, and beat you with it. Mirrors in the house, they all reflect her will. The lady in the mirror, she is back at it again.I walk into the house, silently discoursing each room. You’re here following me, as I walk in despair. I knock the mirror down, it shatters into pieces. I walk into the next room, and there she is.Looking right at me, with eyes so furious. Laughing and grinning at me, at my mistakes. She won’t run, nor will she hide. As much as I try to chase her away, she is always inside.The mirrors hold her in, and I see her everywhere. A reflection that persists, like a shadow lurking behind. It won’t leave me be, as I sit to grab a smoke.Anxious and weary, as I talk to myself in a mood. I don’t want to see her again, as I distress. Taking a puff of smoke, inhaling its bitter taste. It sends a wave of calm i

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nto my mind and soul.My body feels at ease, for I’m now alone. I finish the cigarette and move back inside. There she is again, in the mirror smiling with those bright eyes. That bitch is back to taunt me, what did I do wrong now?An evil presence she is, making a ruckus everywhere. No one believes me when I tell them that she’s there. They all tell me, it’s me and no one is there.She stands in the mirror, looking at me with a gaze. A daunting presence that follows; the lady in the mirror breaks. Tears flow dearly, as I stand in front. No one believes me here. Am I losing control?I go back to my bed, to lie once again to rest. The lady disappears, as soon as I lay in stress. She did her part, and I’m losing my time awake. Perhaps If I go to sleep, I might break free in my dreams.Thank you so much for reading.</article></body>

A poem about schizophrenia.

Hey, you came again? Haven’t you? Haven’t I already told you to not visit me anymore? Why then, do you persist in visiting me now and then? Isn’t it hard enough already?

The memories of the old days, the roaming in haste. I wander the house in search of a broom, to beat you again — to make you disappear. You ate my souffle. You took my daughter’s things. You damn bitchy woman, I told you to get lost.

I know you’re at it again, you witch. Let me get my slipper, and beat you with it. Mirrors in the house, they all reflect her will. The lady in the mirror, she is back at it again.

I walk into the house, silently discoursing each room. You’re here following me, as I walk in despair. I knock the mirror down, it shatters into pieces. I walk into the next room, and there she is.

Looking right at me, with eyes so furious. Laughing and grinning at me, at my mistakes. She won’t run, nor will she hide. As much as I try to chase her away, she is always inside.

The mirrors hold her in, and I see her everywhere. A reflection that persists, like a shadow lurking behind. It won’t leave me be, as I sit to grab a smoke.

Anxious and weary, as I talk to myself in a mood. I don’t want to see her again, as I distress. Taking a puff of smoke, inhaling its bitter taste. It sends a wave of calm into my mind and soul.

My body feels at ease, for I’m now alone. I finish the cigarette and move back inside. There she is again, in the mirror smiling with those bright eyes. That bitch is back to taunt me, what did I do wrong now?

An evil presence she is, making a ruckus everywhere. No one believes me when I tell them that she’s there. They all tell me, it’s me and no one is there.

She stands in the mirror, looking at me with a gaze. A daunting presence that follows; the lady in the mirror breaks. Tears flow dearly, as I stand in front. No one believes me here. Am I losing control?

I go back to my bed, to lie once again to rest. The lady disappears, as soon as I lay in stress. She did her part, and I’m losing my time awake. Perhaps If I go to sleep, I might break free in my dreams.

Thank you so much for reading.