Looking In the Mirror.
looking in the mirror,
looking through myself.
what have i done?
what killed the sparkle in my eyes?
my teeth no longer like little pearls,
hair hanging limp over my shoulders.
sharp bones padded with flesh.
this is what i have become.
far from beautiful,
far from tragic.
always stuck.
i want to cry when i see myself.
but even that has changed.
cold
barren.
i want to feel like me again,
i want to feel.
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