Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who's the thinnest one of all?
Is it the cheerleader, that jock, that nerd or whore?
Or is it me, the one that eats more?
Mirror, mirror, glass so fragile
With edges like knives, blades so dull
Am I a walking corpse, ghost limbs from limb?
Or am I that fat one, lies so slim?
Mirror, mirror, hanging there
I'm starving myself, but no one cares
Am I so thin nobody can see?
With all these layers gone, am I still me?

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Winter and Steaming Coffee
PoetryMy fifth poetry collection... about coming to terms with oneself.