Reflection

by zebramongoose

July 3, 2013

I look in the mirror, but I don’t see my face,

I see a lot of things that are pretty

out of place.

I gather my tools and I primp and I fashion,

A mask to hide

The flaws I imagined.

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EmAngster00Jul 18, 2013

Oh my gosh...I LOVE this poem. Seriously. it's amazing how in so little words you bring out exactly what i feel and find so hard to express.  If only we didn't worry so much about body image and physical appearance... *sigh*