War

 
I don't want to look in the mirror and see failure anymore. 
I don't want to wish away my shadow. 
I want to think of my reflection as beautiful. 
Want to take pride in every one of my features. 
So why is it so very hard to make myself into something I can accept?
Why is it so hard to simply let my image reflect the one I have been given? 
Will I never see myself the way I was intended to look, when I have tampered with my own appearance? 
Why can I not beat this?
Why can I not tame this demon inside of me? 
Why is it that the hardest and longest war I have ever fought, has taken place all inside my mind?

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