she looks back at me with bloodshot eyes
her mask fell from her face and she stood without shield
every flaw,
sin,
lie,
imperfection,
thought,
broken shard,
lay before my eyes
her image was warped in her own mind
from all the poking and prodding,
every intentional line along the wrist,
nights spent in front of the porcelain rim,
forced smiles and ingenuine laughs...
that's all she saw
the scales on her eyes covered the heart that shone,
the breathtaking beauty inwards,
dazzling gold traits and diamond smiles
yet all she saw
was the reflection
darling,
even your mirrored image adores you,
wants to be you,
can you not see?
you're beautiful
just the way you are
YOU ARE READING
strengthened by force
PoetrySometimes we don't choose if we're strong, because we have to be. We cannot choose the cards we are dealt with, but we can choose our reaction. __________________________________ STRONG (strông) adj. strong·er, strong·est 1. a. Physically powerful...
