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I wrote this poem for a project in a creative writing class I took in high school. We were supposed to write a group of poems on a single topic and arrange them on/in a poster, a book, etc. I chose to make a book, with the topic of myself because I already had quite a few like that on this website and then I wouldn't have to write a whole bunch of extra poems.
One day when I was working on the project, I had a confrontation or something with my Mom. That puts me in a depressed mood and I ending writing this poem. I did include it in the book and even chose it to read when each student was supposed to read one of the poems from their project in front of the class. The teacher and other students seemed to experience varying degrees of shock that I would feel this way about myself. It's rather amusing, in a way, the way people think they know you when they really don't know you at all. I still feel this way about myself quite often. I don't think that I am good enough, or that I am useful to the people around me, or that anyone benefits from my presence. I often feel a great sense of extreme sadness welling up inside me. When that happens, I pull away from those I love and who love me, and generally just think about what a rotten person I am. But I have good days - like today. Ahhhh! I'm rambling again! For those who have skipped to the poem, I don't blame you. For those of you who actually read this, I'm sorry. You have way too much time on your hands. Anyway, read the poem. :-) 
Mirror's Image When people look at me, They say that they see Someone who is beautiful and kind, Hard-working and intelligent, Always ready to help. But when I look at the mirror’s image, I see someone who is selfish, rude, Knowingly deceiving, ugly, Unlovable. Someone who the slightest provocation Causes her to lash out cruelly Because she does not care about anyone but herself And what she wants. Someone who is empty, Lonely, Nothing but a hollow shell With a thick wall to shield herself, Numb to everything except hatred and rage. I cannot see through the eyes of others, And they cannot see through mine. Some think they know me, But I know the truth, Because the mirror does not lie. 
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