As i gaze at the mirror
the mirror on the wall
i stare at myself thinking
"why do i have to be so tall?"
the fat on my body shows
my face grows rounder by the day
i'm always thinking of my appearance
like it matters on my essays,
my friends with fast metabolisms
always in crops and tights
while i'm in my sweatpants
scared to show the unknown
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my daily thoughts written in poetry
Poetrymost people on the planet hate their reflection. their looks are not the beauty standards, not even close. their fat is always visible , even under their clothes. their isn't a way to hide it. there's always something that annoys us, something that...
