As you stare back at me, are you just as disgusted?
Take a gander at what life decided to hand this poor soul.
Do you see HER?
Can you see her failure, her fears, that black-hole in her chest?
It’s all there, plain as day, hidden behind her smile.
Worldly impressions have waged a war within heart,
She can no longer trust her eyes, nor her mind.
They have lied so many times to her,
You are strong, you are unique, you are the essence of beauty.
Are we looking at the same woman?
Her body is morphed and it is torn,
it bears scars from the inside out.
Misplaced skin, sagging, dragging, nothing is working.
She does not need your pity,
She has far beyond enough for herself.
Grab the mirror and smash it
You can no longer stare back and be disgusted by me
*TW* this poem is a reflection upon personal body image, and the mind morph that can be displayed when you are struggling