From Behind the Mirror
Every thought assaults me,
You're too fat
Your nose is crooked.
Why can't you look like your sister?
You've gained weight.
I look to the mirror
Begging for salvation.
None for me.
Stand tall,
Hold strong.
The mirror still looks
The mirror still admires.
Take what I have
American thighs,
Hips models dream of.
Make these me
Take these thoughts,
Put paper to pencil.
These thoughts, once out,
Will release them from my mind.
Never again ugly.
Remove it from my mind
Now on paper,
It can no longer control me.
I am free from the taunts,
The hateful words
No longer consume me.
On paper, they cannot control me.
At last I am free.