I avoid my reflection,
can’t look at that woman too long.
The longer I lock eyes with her,
the more I find is wrong.
Maybe I’m over-critical,
but I hate how much she hides.
I can’t take her criticism,
and she’s terrible at goodbyes.
I know she tries hard,
Which just makes me feel worse.
She’s never been enough,
but you can’t live your life feeling cursed.
I avoid my reflection.
You see how fast I spiral—
I start with her nose,
then tear through her woes,
This hating disease must be viral.
May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 5:36 PM UTC
I avoid my reflection,
can’t look at that woman too long.
The longer I lock eyes with her,
the more I find is wrong.
Maybe I’m over-critical,
but I hate how much she hides.
I can’t take her criticism,
and she’s terrible at goodbyes.
I know she tries hard,
Which just makes me feel worse.
She’s never been enough,
but you can’t live your life feeling cursed.
I avoid my reflection.
You see how fast I spiral—
I start with her nose,
then tear through her woes,
This hating disease must be viral.
The longer I stare, the more I feel stuck
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