“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.
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Well said. Your revolves around the struggle with self-identity and the impact of familial expectations on personal perception. The speaker grapples with feelings of alienation and self-loathing, largely influenced by their mother's traits and legacy.
thank you
Wow! A deep revelation in the mirror. Mirror mirror on the wall who's the fairest one of all. Perceptions and beliefs, buried in memories and trauma exhumed to reveal the rot. Let it decay and pass away carried by flies leaving only bare bones polished and white. What a write. Loved it
Kylie, this is raw and unsettling in the most honest way. The self-confrontation here doesn’t flinch, and that takes real courage. It stays with me, my friend. Well done! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
This is really a beautiful way to speak of body dysmorphia,but nonetheless it has to be dealt with.I wish you clarity and strength within yourself-keep writing.
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