Her Face
I.
Her face has traces
Of dots she can’t erase,
Her image dissatisfies her
So much that she
Smirks at her own
Reflection.
II.
Her face triggers an
Emotional gun,
Shooting at her self-esteem,
Firing away at her confidence
To associate with society;
Her priorities aren’t straight
Her heart is full of hate
Because all she can think about
Is the person staring back at her
In the mirror.
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