“The Girl On the Other Side,” A spoken word poem
The Girl On the Other Side
A spoken word poem
I never really liked her…
she on the other side with tainted eyes
glazed over with a layer of alcohol
to disguise her tears…
in the bathroom she stood in front of me
with a red top and tight jeans to show a thin figure
and other things…
but I dared not to look into her eyes
who is this girl on the other side
why does she hide from me?
she is the reflection I’d rather not see-
shame, guilt-
maybe
for leaving her behind to chase men and things
that never cared about a girl in a bathroom
alone with white walls
you know they’d never tell-
secrets we keep to ourselves -
but she knows…
it is the mirror I feared, the glass I just couldn’t see past
that reflection -
of imperfection…
she noticed every one of my flaws
beneath this layer of tingly sensation
was a girl afraid…
afraid of every eye that might look her way
but it was the eye on the other side that kept me ashamed
that look of knowing that every time you make a mistake
she was there to heap the blame
so I tried not to look up, I tried not to expose my hidden truths-
because eyes are the windows to the soul you see
and if I didn’t see through then I didn’t have to face -
the girl on the other side.
Izzy Lala