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This is a poem about every girl's insecurities. |
| Who is this stranger in the mirror She who shares my appearance, But I don't know at all? Who is this girl, distorted and unpure She is scrutinized daily, Taken apart Analyzed. A figure in the wind She does not speak Does not live But she affects decisions I make She knows of her power And uses it every day. She follows me wherever I go, A demon that can not be escaped. Windows, mirrors, cars... it matters not She's always there To make things worse. Please... Just go away.... Girl in the mirror |