The Wrong Mirror

The Wrong Mirror

Mr. Unknown wakes up in the morning, Looks in the mirror to see someone else’s face, That face shouts for him to leave the mirror, A new mirror laid shattered on the floor, A storming flame of confusion escaped out the front door.

Mr. Unknown sits trembling in his four walled cage, Forever trapped in the wrong body, With a face too big, hair too short? His monstrous body dragged him towards a clinic, A meaty hand dragged open the door And a grotesque deep voice begged for some help.

The mask fell over Mr. Unknown’s face and the same voice Counted down from ten, “TEN, NINE, eight, seven, six, fi…” Bright lights shone down on Mr Unknown lying in some silence, A new creature ran home to a new mirror, It ran with some newfound feelings, hope? JOY?

Mr. Unknown knew what they saw wasn’t right, a wrong mirror? A new mirror was bought, and another, and another! It was not the first time mirrors had been laid to waste And Mr. Unknown decided it was his face causing the problem, Lips too small, forehead too wrinkled.

Now the untamed fire burnt ever brighter as the smoke billowed back Towards the clinic, more plastic was pumped under the skin, The wildfire blazed back to the same dirty mirror and saw A smile pasted onto the clear screen bit a chunk out of this human. Mr. Unknown lost some control to the fire as plastic quickly replaced flesh. The plastic doll gazed lazily in the mirror, the face became numb to touch, The fire burnt away the last of Mr. Unknown’s emotions, It burnt away his life, his money, his friends and his job. All Mr. Unknown could do now was sit in front of the wrong face, Smiling awkwardly back at him, taunting him. They remain to this day, two wrong faces, staring through the wrong mirror.

Charlie Nosworthy