She cannot bare the sight of her own
reflection,
Yet she cannot tear her eyes away.
Every inch, every pound, every flaw,
Growing harder to look at each day.
Now she feels in control,
When in reality, she's lost it.
She is dying from the inside,
At the twisted beauty's cost.
Trapped in Ana's demented vision,
She is consumed by her fear.
She can no longer escape,
Only wait for death to draw near.
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Meaningless:: a collection
PoetryI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
