This poem is all about self image, and how at some point in everyone's life we struggle with the way we look and feel. So I hope that this poem will bring you some comfort in knowing that you are not alone.
In this room full of glass
Surrounded by what feels like my doom. Not a light in sight, only the light of the cold moon.
Feeling like a caged animal in a zoo, these mirrors scream the same old thing. How I'm not good enough, and how I'm an ugly monster.
In this room full of glass crying alone feeling like I'm dying, and might just give up on the fight.
How am I supposed to survive
When the reflections in the mirror don't reflect what I see.
What happens when the gain
Turns to nothing; nothing but pain. When you're stuck in the rain alone listening to the moans of the wind.