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When the mirror talks

To The people who think there not perfect because they only listen to what the world and what the mirror says they have to look like

She goes to her room crying bloody murder but no one can hear her, cuz she hears it through the mirror, but the mirror can’t speak so she looks at her body no beauty outside, so she takes up a hobby. Making her own mark on her own skin she thinks this can’t possibly be a sin, to world it’s nothing but a way to get attention yet they look away, so now she starves for perfection. Her body looking different, but the mirror still screaming at her ugly skin so she starts up the shaving, of her own wrist, never ment to do harm now shes on her legs cuz she ran out of arm, she looks in the mirror at this total stranger it kinda scares her, cuz now she’s in danger, can’t really move, reaching for phone lost alot of blood and shes at home alone, this isn’t good, now shes thinking to her self nothing really good came from hurting her own health, her moms walks in, and she starts crying calling 911 she can’t stand her baby dying, she’s blaming herself as help arrives they tell her that they can keep her alive, the next couple months were a bit different, no mirror in her room so she throws a hissyfit, gets it back to look at her tummy she says this ain’t funny, cuz she’s bony and ugly the mirrors been laughing pulled his old tricks, telling her she’s perfect now nothing to fix, she takes a step back and falls to the ground she looks around no knife to be found, wasn’t it worth it the mirror starts saying, she ignores it and starts at her praying, she wished it a dream, she’s wants to wake up because this battle with the mirrors been to tough, it’s over now, she really couldn’t take it all the voices saying u can’t make it, she broke that mirror and got herself a new one, and that mirror lost I guess that means she won...

(2014)

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