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The person looking back at me, from my mirrors brutal gaze,       Bears no clear resemblance of my body or my face...      I can't believe I look so old, my hairs gray, and I'm fat...      How come he's still here I ponder; he never signed up for that...      I look away disgusted, with who I've grown to be,      Now I have to be ashamed; that ugly persons' me...    I'm sorry when he looks my way, that this is what he sees...      No wonder he keeps his options open, in case he ever leaves...       I couldnt even blame him, if he was unfaithful,      a real friend would let him go; expecting him to stay seems hateful...      with a second glance, into my evil looking glass...       I see the pain I have endured, and how lifes kicked my ***       I reflect on how hard I've fought to be someone that makes me proud       I spent so much time hating myself I wore hate like a shroud...        With a deep inhale, and one last look, in my mirrors direction. I bravely lift my head to see, at last my horrible reflection...        I looked into my eyes  this time and Thats where I saw the spark        The light inside them is beckoning   it illuminates the dark       Turns out Inside I am not ugly. theres beauty to be seen...       Hopefully he sees past my flesh and loves whats in between. Heidi Shavill 2016
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Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC
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The person looking back at me, from my mirrors brutal gaze,       Bears no clear resemblance of my body or my face...      I can't believe I look so old, my hairs gray, and I'm fat...      How come he's still here I ponder; he never signed up for that...      I look away disgusted, with who I've grown to be,      Now I have to be ashamed; that ugly persons' me...    I'm sorry when he looks my way, that this is what he sees...      No wonder he keeps his options open, in case he ever leaves...       I couldnt even blame him, if he was unfaithful,      a real friend would let him go; expecting him to stay seems hateful...      with a second glance, into my evil looking glass...       I see the pain I have endured, and how lifes kicked my ***       I reflect on how hard I've fought to be someone that makes me proud       I spent so much time hating myself I wore hate like a shroud...        With a deep inhale, and one last look, in my mirrors direction. I bravely lift my head to see, at last my horrible reflection...        I looked into my eyes  this time and Thats where I saw the spark        The light inside them is beckoning   it illuminates the dark       Turns out Inside I am not ugly. theres beauty to be seen...       Hopefully he sees past my flesh and loves whats in between. Heidi Shavill 2016
Insecurity at its best
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Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC
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