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What lies behind the mirror?
Poetry or prose.
Oof

The Man Behind the Mirror

I am the man behind the mirror

I am nameless,

loving to some

a plague for others

i show them what they dont want to see

but mostly i show the truth

i show the truths they are too afraid to accept

i am the reason teenage girls hide

ogling me

ogling themselves

because i can show them whatever i want

but i choose truth

truth is hard

everyone looks at the mirror differently

i create insecurity

i create unworthiness

i create ugliness

i become what i create

hideous

Many have seen themselves

but never me

i am but a figment of their imagination

until

a girl

her name; Madilynn

obnoxiously spelled much like her

no more than sixteen

i despise Madilynn

how can she look at me

smile

shrug

leave

no fear

no hate

shes not attractive

while harsh to say about a child

it astounds me

how

Madilynns friends all gossip

too ugly for anyone

they say

but she

smiles

shrugs

and leaves

how can she not feel pain

the pain that envelops me and all others that view my images

the fear

the insecurity

the longing for change

the jealousy

it shapes each person through childhood

wishing to look like someone else

to not look like themselves

twisting away from my creations

from the truth

taking it into their own hands to craft my creations

A desperate bid for control

while i show truth

i do make exceptions

for those who deserve it

and i make sure everyone hates me

and if they dont

i take it into my own hands

a few slight alterations

months in the gym

tens of thousands spent on surgery

all gone

its nice having self esteem in my grasp

i dont even have the freedom of a name

why not steal their identity

and Madilynn

so happy

how could she be

editing her image

nothing

no rage

no despair

no insecurity

no crying

but how?

thats when i hear

Why is she like this

and she cries

seeing her matching black eyes

once not doctored by my own manipulation

fury at someone who could withstand my wrath

gone

Perhaps i am the man behind the mirror

the man of ether

the monster under the bed

the nightmares

the horrors

the pain

the suffering

but perhaps

I can just be the man behind the mirror

a protector

viewer of the truth

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