I like how my body looks
In a broken mirror.
The many cracks give my body
A different shape.
A shape I’m proud
To call mine.
The many cracks hide my reality
For a short amount of time.
Until I leave the broken mirror
And walk in the hall to see a whole mirror
With no cracks.
And I see myself.
My true self.
The body I’m not proud is mine.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 9:06 PM UTC
I like how my body looks
In a broken mirror.
The many cracks give my body
A different shape.
A shape I’m proud
To call mine.
The many cracks hide my reality
For a short amount of time.
Until I leave the broken mirror
And walk in the hall to see a whole mirror
With no cracks.
And I see myself.
My true self.
The body I’m not proud is mine.
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