Today my friend asked me what I'm afraid of.
I took a second to think about the question.
I knew the answer…
Mirrors.
They are terrible monsters that show me my worst fears.
Forcing open my eyes when I try to resist looking through them.
They force my imperfections on me.
Spoon feeding me all my flaws.
Mirrors are caverns, filled with so much self hate and self loathing that they're bursting at the seams.
Mirrors are my worst enemy
They show me my worst fear,
But they're telling the truth.
I turn to my friend and say "nothing"
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suicidio
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING!!! A poetic take on teen suicide, depression and eating disorders, written by a disordered kid.
