distorted
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You look in the mirror but
what you see isn't really you
Sure it's you standing there
but it's missing something too
You don't see the way your eyes sparkle
when talking about something you like
I found the devil,
not in hell, but in
the infinite space
between my body and
the mirror.
Staring into the mirror,
a sob escapes from my lips.
A monster glares back at me,
eyes daunting,
laughing at such pain.
Seeing a distorted image,
one of disgust and fat.
Skin clinging to bone,
