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Body Dysmorphia

When I look in the mirror
I can't stand what I see
Who is that girl
Looking back at me?

When I look in the mirror
I feel sick to my bones
The names hurt me more
Than the sticks and stones

When I look in the mirror
I wish I was dead
Yet everyone says
It's all in my head

When I look in the mirror
I hope it will break
I see an abomination
I see Gods mistake

When I look in the mirror
And she looks back
She musters a smile
And the glass begins to crack

When I look in the mirror
I see the blood
She musters a smile
As the room seems to flood

When I look in the mirror
I see the shard in my hand
She musters a smile
This is just what she planned

Comments2

  • Burtle

    I can relate. I too would rather see those around me happy while I stay broken for their sake. Amazing poem. Keep writing about this. 🙂

  • Emile Dubois

    Sadness and loss are themes that are present from the beginning, by the end an eerie presence of hopelessness, yet Ironically a wonderful insight into the world beyond the veneer.



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