I lay here everyday and every night. I am never touched, never thought of, never needed. I am forgotten. I’m gathering dust, my intricate gothic carvings once bright gold now covered in a thin layer of the horrible stuff. I should be hanging proudly on a wall! In the centre, where everybody can see me, the focal point of the wall – of the room! A number of years ago that was my role; I was the first thing you noticed in the entryway of the house, my gold frame displayed proudly on the wall. Not hidden, like I am now.
I don’t belong here, in this room, with these things. This is the room of a teenager, and one who refuses to grow up. I belong in a grand house, a place where my beauty can be appreciated, not ignored. I am completely out of place! Sure, I fit the girl’s style, but this is still, at the end of the day, the room of a teenage girl. Those silly McFly posters have just been taken off the wall – after ten years! But they were here before me, I shouldn’t be complaining – everyone deserves their time in the limelight. However, they’re gone, in the bin and out of her life, as is the mountain of cuddly toys lying in a heap on that unused sofa chair (which I am also glad to see the back of, it just caused so much clutter and, to be frank, was absolutely hideous). At least I know that when I leave this room it won’t be in a bin bag; I’ll be leaving with the girl in a couple of years when she has a place of her own, and I’ll be hanging, once again, in the middle of a well decorated wall, the centre of everyone’s attention. I can’t wait! I’m sick of being hidden behind the stereo and used as a ledge for old photos to stand on, half of me covered by a stack of DVD’s and framed photos she doesn’t care for.
That other mirror gets all the attention. That full length diva! It’s not my fault I’m not as curvy, not as tall. And it certainly is not my fault that I am ‘too heavy to take to uni’. We can’t all be full length and curvy like that squiggly thing. Mirrors come in all shapes and sizes you know – nobody deserves more attention than –
Oh she’s here! Watch as she walks straight past me, not even glancing my way. She’s walking over to her bed, putting a bag down, pulling out her phone, probably texting that boyfriend again. I swear he’s just as worse, not even a guest will look at me! Oh and she’s walked back out again. Did she look at me once? Nope. Did she think about me? Nope. Does she care? Nope. My day will come though, she won’t take the full length mirror away, it’s just a cheap IKEA thing. She’s going to want me, the sophisticated, ornate mirror that shows she’s a grown up – not the childish squiggles of the full length one. I’ll be the centre of everybody’s attention again, you’ll see.