Mirror Conflicts
She would look into her mirror,
a goregous plump female smiling back to her.
Brushing out her locks she grins even more and wonders what a fox.
But as people spoke to her,
a sadness would appear.
And now behind that grin she would shed her tears.
She would look into her mirror,
and slam her fist into the glass,
as blood slid down her knuckles,
she would sit and laugh.
Words bouncing through out her mind,
how everyone assumed she hated herself,
because she was not a size 2 pants.
She would look into her mirror,
her face twisted to a mask.
Blinded by other peoples thoughts,
on how skinny she would be a fox.
Closin her eyes now,
she wishes she could stop.
Oh how she was tired of losing her confidence,
when other people spoke,
even though they meant kindess,
it hurt her already broken soul.
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