I see my flaws at the door You're shaking their hands and letting them in. I sit so close - skin to skin while you discuss my chopped hair and tarnished skin Blandly discussing how you want me thin.
Five.
Six.
I blame the mirror for making me like this. Counting the marks that don't look so beautiful - don't shine or sparkle. Fighting the tears and biting my lip I look at you with reassuring eyes.