Inspired (but not copied) by a poem I found online
Mirror ,Mirror , on the wall,
All I want is to be the thin girl that walks down the hall,
Mirror, Mirror, if I change how I look,
Perhaps, I could pose with the beauties in the yearbook,
Mirror,Mirror,don't look at me,
For I am ugly, they say and I agree,
Mirror,Mirror,if I don't eat,
I'll be beautiful- a part of the elite,
Mirror, Mirror,if I cut my wrist,
I wish that the scars cease to exist,
Mirror, Mirror, will you please,
make me pretty?
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Stains and Stories
PoetryStains which showed a glimpse of life, Stories left untold, Unraveled by the tiny stains, Left behind to wonder what could have it meant Cover Credit : @Plastic-Promises
