Lying Mirror
Looking herself in the mirror.
She is not thin, air brushed, or photoshopped
Magazines show real beauty
She cries at what she will never be.
She sees a frumpy, average girl.
She is young, vibrant, sweet-
but not beautiful.
Her homely reflection gawks at her in her tainted, ugly mirror.
It laughs at her naked body, pointing at her flaws and spitting at her
The magazine airbrush images are real to her, and she idolizes impossible images
Unattainable-
Unrealistic.
In her dreams she is airbrushed to
perfection, no one understands.
The boy she likes stares at her like she is a circus freak on stilts, wearing a mustache and a tutu.
Sleeping pills will take this pain
and imperfection away, just for today.
Just for forever.
In her coffin she lies at peace, as the people say their respects.
The boy she adored walks up, looks at her. “Sad isn’t it?”someone says.
The lump in his throat strangles his voice...
All he can do is look at her,
Lifeless,...and think
‘She was so beautiful.’
She never knew...
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