"mirrored hatred"

“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.