There's a stranger looking back at me
a distorted, even darker me
looks back when I look at me
I can't believe that she is me.
What happened where did she go?
That one with the inner glow
she always felt like she was within reach
now she's fallen and is in too deep.
There's a stranger looking back at me
I don't know her or like what I see
my denial has caused her to be
I just want to look and feel like me
again.
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A Journey Towards Acceptance
PoetryThis collection is a follow on from "A Weight Off My Mind". It will be addressing and reflecting on the pressures in society to look a certain way and the struggle of not fitting into a perceived "ideal" category. There will be positive reflection...
