Eyes despised glass for one and four hours
Silent and soured by it's manipulative power
By it's truth
It weaves delicate knots through the mind
Even fact is opinion
Am I thin enough?
be the one over there
scared to walk away from it,
My bun is crooked.
Deep as the surface into you stare
Ripping hair out from your scalp
Scream I am not what I see
The Mirror is mocking me!
Gauging perfection potential,
Especially worth it
The Faux foe said,
You're Never to grasp the lidless box
If you can't get past the glass
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