“Mirrored Hatred”
This skin I wear, a prison built of bone,
And flesh I cannot love. It holds me here,
A stranger staring back, a face unknown,
Yet etched with echoes that I hold in fear.
My mother\'s eyes, a window to her soul,
But in my face, they haunt, a cruel display.
My ears, my mouth, my nose, beyond control,
Reflecting her in ways I can\'t betray.
The mirror shows a monster in disguise,
A lie the glass can never quite conceal.
This ugliness within my own two eyes,
A bitter truth that I am forced to feel.
Too short, too slight, a frame that won\'t obey,
Refusing weight, yet filled with guilt and dread.
Each bite a torment, pushing me away,
A silent scream that echoes in my head.
And in my eyes, I see her, and I see,
The hatred mirrored, staring back at me.