I'm surprised the cloudy glass doesn't crack
As soon as I step in front of it
I mean
Look at me
Like it does
It's pitiful
It belongs in a nightmare
Wide hips
Short legs
Fat stomach
Thin lips
Too many freckles
Ugh
The sight makes me sick
Why was I stuck with this?
Why must this body even exist?
Why must I?
It's so ugly
It is the opposite of a masterpiece
With bushy eyebrows
And broken irises
This mirror reflects it all
And I hate it
Every little piece
I wish to tear it all away
To rip off my imperfect skin
So I no longer have to see it
So I no longer have to feel it
It's disgusting
But of course I am stuck
In this pitiful appearance
Until Death finally
Allows me an escape
And I won't wish it upon anyone else
For why give someone this curse
Because even though I look like one,
I am not a monster
