Dancers Dilemma

January 19, 2015

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

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