Zero Mirrors in a Plastic World

[Laura]

the ocean never looked so clean
because it's the Caribbean in California
the sun glistens off the shoulders of surfers
ready for one more night with one more girl
as long as they're different than the last.

we're crowded and I stand out
'cause my mirror doesn't lie.

the moon will come up on your Sundays
but you'll never give it a second look
time is a faulty artist with childish hands
you can take advantage; you never have to pay
just waste it all away.

my lips don't match up evenly
'cause my mirror doesn't lie.

you're a pretty, pretty girl
with a handsome, handsome man
gripping the wheel of a topless vehicle
fucking will take this pain away
you're faceless and he's nameless

fucking will never make the mistakes right
but your glossed over eyes with pounds of black
hovering over your lashes will never tell you that
and the expensive acrylic dangling off your fingers
will never scratch out the truth

you can say faith will save you
as you inhale more smoke
you can say faith will guide you
back home

never heard of a home without a soul ...

and you're aimless with a loaded gun
you're never going to know

we're completely different but I know truth
'cause my mirror doesn't lie.

[thecrazybeautiful]

I really liked the beginning of this. Just mention of the beach and California makes me feel all happy and whatnot.

The rest of the poem seemed to get a bit harsher, but I get where it's coming from. I'm not saying it's a bad thing or anything. And I like the repitition of the mirror part, it works really well.