My eyes shoot into her like daggers

Her hair rests just upon her shoulders
too short for anybody to love her

Her eyes too small to see the world
But big enough to see the worst

A nose with a ridge so high
not even the best mountaineer could climb

Her scars remind her of the bombs once there
And  blemishes on her face mark the ones not yet gone

Chin so big they think of her as a warrior
but they think of her as a warrior

Shoulders broad to carry a heavy load
of unjust love

Fat that is too much to squeeze
But not enough that anyone will hold on

Arms impeccably short
but no matter, everyone still keeps their distance

She's crumbled to the ground
Given into my wrath
I put away my weapons
Get up
And walk away from the mirror