Mirror mirror on the wall,
she makes you believe it all.
she swallows what she sees,
whether it's long hair or scraped knees.
You search in her reaches for who you are
but frown at every scar.
She's important to you as you come and go,
rewarding her with your tears as they flow.
In her, you have drowned an image of self-love,
replacing it with hatred for not having a body curve.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
I am not the fairest of them all.
You seem to reflect such things off of her,
waving off anything else as a blur.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
she stands high and tall
now becoming a lake
as you stand over her, trying not to break.
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Poet Me
PoetryCOMPLETED (21.01.21) This is my first poem book on Wattpad. I've written poetry in different styles for contests, school-related purposes, based on something/someone, or for reflecting my thoughts. Some of these poems are a little cringe because I...
