Mirror

Behind a curtain I see flaws.

An awful body stretched wth cause.

A mass of humiliation waiting to be judged.

A quieted voice from lack of self esteem.

A forced image that in the mirro my brain percieves.

An imagination of who I assume is me.

A jacket that covers and make up as a mask.

Maybe I'll be invisible to make this day pass.

A magazine and ad telling me to be thin.

A faceless boy who laughs at my disgrace.

A haunted girl, me, with her head down to shield the hurt

But with my feelings, I do not disperse.

Maybe that way I won't get hurt.

I'm not the girl I used to be,

I'm not the one that smiles at everything.

I'm not as beautiful as everyone says to be.

I'm not as happy as I say to be.

I'm scared that they will see the real me.

The flesh and blood of what I see.

The self esteem I've never had.

The self esteem that builds confidence and pride.

The mirror I cover with a curtain.

The mirror I avoid with a purpose.