Mirror
I stand in front of you feeling
Vulnerable,
Hopeless,
and ugly
She doesnt want to see,
The truth,
Her body,
Her reality.
No, I am not perfect,
Tanned,
Skinny,
have popularity,
Or strech mark free
Though I wish I was
She wouldn't look at me
With such disgust,
Hide me
Or hurt me
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