Mirror mirror upon the wall.
The stories you weave.
The lies you tell.
Not the fairest of them all.
An image distorted.
A perception of society’s perfection, page after page.
Flaws shining bright as the sun.
Each imperfection a reflection.
Each freckle, each dimple a scar.
Every stroke, a mistake.
Every blemish, a crack in the foundation.
A deformity glares back.
A repulsive sight.
An object of unfair aversion.
Hatred leaving a sour taste behind, like razors on the tongue.
A wild misconception of self-reflection.
Unsettling thoughts flashing by like lightning across the sky.
Self-oppression creating an endless cycle of self-pity.
About the Creator
Christina Oswald
Experiences in life have helped to mold the person that I am. Is she perfect, most definitely not. Both the good and the bad times have fuled my passions in life.
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