Her bones poke through like shattered glass,
A brittle strength she cannot grasp.
She pulls her shirt to hide the skin,
Yet still the shame seeps from within.
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Mirrors Lie
PoetryThis hauntingly introspective poem delves into the complexities of self-perception, exploring how the mirror distorts more than just physical appearance, it warps identity, emotions, and truth itself. As the speaker wrestles with the image staring b...
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Her bones poke through like shattered glass,
A brittle strength she cannot grasp.
She pulls her shirt to hide the skin,
Yet still the shame seeps from within.
