A Mirror Does not Make Me

As I look in the reflection of the mirror I feel a sense of disgust With myself For what I sees is unpleasant Gross, foul, horrific Any other terms that are equivalent to the first few adjective that I previously mention Constantly comparing myself to others My self confidence is abused With the beatings of my visual and verbal opinions Desperate for a random complement Of how attractive I may be I attempted to reconstruct myself Pilling on the man made cover ups To my virgin skin squeezing into clothing the size of a toddler Punching holes in many part of my body just to place in fake metal I truly believed that with this current debut That I would received the many attention that I always wanted The sweet words I dream that people would recite me To finally love and except myself Only later to find out I was adding on to my insightfulness Only to learn that the fame I so longed for would shame me Putting me in a more distress place in my mind Gaining tasteless titles Hating my appearance even more So that I won't go deeper in self dissatisfaction I undid my make over And gave up on letting the image off a mirror make a fool out of me