Mirrors
An unending piece of glass
Filled with infinite images
Showing the limitless beauty of a person.
Also every flaw
Every wrinkle, defect, and imperfection.
The reflection draws you in
Captures your happiness and holds it hostage
You become a slave to eternal inadequacies
Never young enough
Never thin enough
Always too ugly
When you star into the looking glass.
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