Daily
Everyday I try to pass the test
The mirror
My mind scale to fail
To flavor the taste of the tv's reality
Peering through the eyes of the most important reporter
In my brain if I'm fit for the world to take
To Swallow
Look at my thighs
Then
There
My thoughts scatter and devour at my barely visible hips to the fine eyes of society
The mirror
To bring standards
To limit my beauty
to pressure myself to fit, push and plunge myself into an hour glass of insanity
Down to inhale faults in my thoughts
To drown my body into neglect
For the reporter to believe I'm not fit for the picture
Seeing through My own eyes is that
I am not fit for the picture
The art of beauty is that there is no imperfections
The picture fit enough for the world to take
To swallow
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