Through the Looking Glass

Through the looking glass by Vivian Karavasili

Rainy day, the sky’s gray And I return home. Make my way through the house And into my room, my safe space. Suddenly, I need validation. So I step in front of the judge. His vile smile starts to show. And I’m feeling blue. Looking on the other side of the mirror, My reflection hides behind shadows. Shadows that form a different me. An ugly me. Someone I no longer recognize. A stranger. Who is she? What happened to her? Anxiety? school? love? No one really knows. And I’m feeling blue.