False Reflection


Stop, the image in the mirror will crash
Though, these weights may be lifted with the pluck of each fake eyelash
I'll remove this lipstick, because it encloses my smile
As I take a step out of this dress, I take another step to run this mile
I am modified to the extent of self expression
Stop, and understand your body's not in that reflection
Un hidden a surge of strength is released
With every blink comes bullet leaving my mask deceased
I'll allow this needle to jab pass through my breast
So my hands can glide down against a flatter chest
The ground, like these high heels, will never again touch my feet
Stop, this mirror doesn't define who I am but it's reflection is a false image beaten by me

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