Poem 8: Reflection

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I look into the mirror

First things first...

It seems I've gotten bigger

I don't eat

But I grow

How is this possible

My scale's numbers are low

But my stomach is big

Second things second

My face is red

Coverd in bumps

Those I really dred

Dark crescents under my eyes

You can tell I've gotten no sleep

The makeup I use to hide...

It wipes off in the heat

Next things next I look at my hair

Clurls fizzy

It's everywhere

My reflection tells a story

Not a pretty one

Because I'm spimply just not

I beat it up until it's bruised

But thats what I want right

To trick my reflection into hating itself

Because my reflection is me

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