Dysmorphia
They tell me,
“Your image isn't changing”
But they will never see
The ripples after the disturbance
The finger that messed with it
The fish that are spooked
The wavering reflection
The unspoken truth,
That it can never go back to how it was
Because that state is gone
And now the water will never be at peace.
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