mirrors of the mind

I stare at her with

hatred and disgust in my eyes.


her face is oily and full of pimples,

her arms are too long,

her stomach protrudes,

her thighs aren’t right,

her hair is always a mess.


I just want to scream and punch her

but i can’t,

or else the mirror would shatter

into a million pieces.

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