Shattered Views

The more I stare at him,

the more I notice

 

 

 

He’s too short

His jaw is so far back

His teeth are really crowded

His face is chubby

His arms are scrawny

He’s fat

He dresses weird

He’s just ugly

 

 

Just looking at him angers me

I wish I could punch him

 

 

But I remembered if I did that…

 

 

the mirror would shatter

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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