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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