Yes, this is a poem. It can be classified as free verse, as it doesn’t adhere to a specific rhyme scheme or meter. The poem explores themes of self-perception, inner turmoil, and struggle, employing vivid imagery and emotional expression. The progression from waking up to experiencing a moment of violence against the mirror reflects a deeper conflict with self-identity and reality.
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I awake to another day
I get up, the mirror taunting me
I see my disheveled state
A face that doesn’t belong to me, stares
A body that doesn’t feel right, moves
Not another moment went by before catastrophe struck
My fist colliding with the reflective glass
Shards scattered around myself as blood dripped
The sound echoed through my room
The red liquid collecting on the ground mocked me
As I saw my reflection puddling under me, I saw only one thing
I saw the truth
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