Mirrors were made to show the truth
But I was made to lie
From my fingers to my toes
I build myself up on untruths
But they all come crumbling down
In the reflection
I try so hard to present myself
The way I want to be
But the mirror can see it all
I suck in my stomach
I suck in my cheeks
Fitted jeans and baggy tees
Platform shoes and shiny jewelry
But the reflection reveals it all
The fat of my stomach
The sagging of my skin
It shows the wrinkles beneath my eyes
My dirty hair and thin lips
I am an old house
Strip away the pretty paint
I am cracked drywall and and mold spores
The mirror reminds me
Humbles me in a sense
Shows me I am nothing more
Than anyone else
Shows me I am below
Anyone else
My reflection reveals
The ugly outside
But the mirror can never see
Can never expose
The ugly inside of me.
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Sweet Nothing
PoetryA small collection of poems written from a dark place in my head.. From the deepest reaches of my soul to the hollow of my heart, on your screen is everything I found the words to express, whether or not it makes any sense at all.
