For the longest time I saw a monster in the mirror. I knew even a glimpse of myself would set off some invisible trigger. But at the very same time, I look at every intricate detail. I looked into her eyes and realized I failed. Every detail gets uglier and uglier. I want it all to stop, when will my reflection look better? The longer I stare the more imperfections and flaws I see. Maybe one day, I'll accept myself for me.
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My Side of the Story Vol. I
PoetryInspired by Eminem and Celia Martinez This is my story.
