Eyes despised glass for one and four hours

Silent and soured by it's manipulative power

By it's truth

 

It weaves delicate knots through the mind 

threads thicken

And lock

Even fact is opinion

 

Am I thin enough?

be the one over there

scared to walk away from it,

My bun is crooked.

 

Deep as the surface into you stare

Ripping hair out from your scalp

Scream I am not what I see 

The Mirror is mocking me!

 

Gauging perfection potential,

Potentially perfect 

Especially worth it

 

The Faux foe said, 

You're Never to grasp the lidless box 

If you can't get past the glass