I look in the mirror, but I don’t see my face,
I see a lot of things that are pretty
out of place.
I gather my tools and I primp and I fashion,
A mask to hide
The flaws I imagined.
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Oh my gosh...I LOVE this poem. Seriously. it's amazing how in so little words you bring out exactly what i feel and find so hard to express.
If only we didn't worry so much about body image and physical appearance... *sigh*