I have my biggest enemy,
living in the mirror,
her eyes looks at me with disgust,
whispering poison into my bones.

She starved me with her demands,
shaped me with her lies,
painted over my scars
as if hiding me could please her.

She made me wear pointy heels.
Even when my back cried.
Just to fit the beauty standards,
She even turned my beautiful curls to frizzy straight.

No matter how I bent,
how I changed, how I tried,
she never smiled.
She always made me insecure.

We got into a huge fight
And I ended up hating her...