The yellow flower from the mirror.
I looked into the mirror today,
and instead of my sleepy face
I saw a yellow flower.
I didn't like the form of her petals.
I didn't like the shape and the colour.
I didn't like the background,
Or the hand that was holding it.
I got angry and I decided
to break the mirror.
After I punch it I yelled in her face
and said mean things.
I saw the true!
My reflection was bleeding,
Was no more a yellow flower,
it never was.
Was just a face who knew
how unwanted is.