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Monster in the mirror

When I look into the mirror

I don’t see beautiful blue eyes,

Instead its cold glass shows me

My unheard screams and cries.

When I look into the mirror

I don’t see a pretty face,

Instead its cold glass shows me

My dull eyes and a blank space.

When I look into the mirror

I don’t see boney hips,

Instead its cold glass shows me

My fat and hidden ribs.

When I look into the mirror

I don’t see skinny thighs,

Instead its cold glass shows me

My dark secrets and lies.

When I look into the mirror

I don’t see starving for weeks,

Instead its cold glass shows me

My broad shoulders and chubby cheeks.

When I look into the mirror

I don’t see some fading scars,

Instead its cold glass shows me

My bleeding wounds and many flaws.

When I look into the mirror

I don’t see a fake smile,

Instead its cold glass shows me

My broken mask fading for a while.

When I look into the mirror

I don’t know what to see,

Is this who I really am

Or who I pretend to be?