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Mirror, Mirror, on the wall;


<p>Mirror, Mirror, on the wall;
I'm standing here staring appalled.
Whose that girl in the reflection,
Laced with all those imperfections. </p>
 
 
 
<p>Mirror, Mirror, on the wall; 
Staring into the glass, I start to bawl.
Thunder thighs that expand when I sit,
Not a slim-fit beauty, but a misfit.</p>
 
 
 
<p>Mirror, Mirror, on the wall;
Please help me, I want to enthrall. 
Rolls upon rolls on my body,
For once I want to be called a hottie.</p>
 
 
 
<p>Mirror, Mirror, on the wall; 
Trying so hard to stand tall.
Bird's nest hair that won't stay in one place, 
A meaningful existence, not some basket case. </p>
 
 
 
<p>Mirror, Mirror, on the wall;
Losing faith, spiraling into a downfall.
Skinny waist with an hourglass figure,
Everyday I wish I could transfigure.</p>
 
 
 
<p>Mirror, Mirror, on the wall;
At last here comes the big fall.
My soul shatters into a million pieces,
The ability to dream, hope, or wish immediately ceases. </p>
 
 
 
<p>Mirror, Mirror, on the wall;
Here I am, on the verge of a brawl.
Keeping a smile that isn't real,
A fate that I knew was surely sealed. </p>
 
 
 
<p>Mirror, Mirror, on the wall;
Tonight I met a boy at the mall.
He made my heart drop,
A feeling that would not stop.<p>
 
 
 
<p>Mirror, Mirror, on the wall;
A goofball that plays football. 
Terrified that he might lie, 
He chose a girl like me, why?</p>
 
 
 
<p>Mirror, Mirror, on the wall;
Looking back it's hard to recall.
I used to hate myself and my looks, 
He taught me how to overlook.</p>
 
 
 
<p>Mirror, Mirror, on the wall;
No longer trying to be a doll.
Forget societies perceptions,
All it leads to is destruction.</p>
 
<p>Mirror, Mirror, on the wall;
I am beautiful after all. 
Everyone is perfect in their own way,
Let no one's opinions ruin your day.</p>
 
 
 
<p>Mirror, Mirror, on the wall;
Goodbye dear friend, my future calls.
No longer shall I waste away,
For now I know, I slay. </p>
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S.zaynab.k
<p>Wow fantastic how u converse with the mirror poetically. Begins with social anxieties n concerns about looks then ends positively in love that overlooks all. Great. Kudos for the super rhyming too.</p><p>Im a new poet here but have been writing elsewhere for ages so I invite u to comment my latest poem too. Readers elsewhere tell me they enjoy my poems &nbsp;lots so hoping u will too.</p>

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