The Mirror

Sat, 10/27/2012 - 13:25 -- Grey

The mirror.
The home of my worst enemy.
I see her again today.
Her waist.
Not small enough.
Her face.
Not pretty enough.
Her hair.
Not long enough.
Her skin.
Not light enough.
She looks at me and laughs.
"Why try? You're ugly.
Why try? You're pathetic.
Why try?! You're hated!
You're dumb! You're useless!
I see them lies you tell your friends.
You're not who you tell them.
She yells in my face.
I take my fist and blast the mirror.
Blood down my fist, my wrist, my arm, my body.
I immediately fall to the Ground.
I want to cry but I can't make a sound.
I'm not perfect.
I'm my own worst enemy.
And she still lives in the broken mirror echoing...
"Why Try?"


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