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I wrote this poem last night

Mirror, Mirror


With a body full of imperfections how could you not be insecure? A room full of products that hide your skin and darken your eyes, material is all you know and it's sinking your heart to shallow waters. Your mind tells you to refrain from indulges you enjoy and sitting in a room throwing up your life is becoming a habit. Your face is thinning and getting pale from the weight you lost. If only society told you that you don't need make-up to look beautiful, if only you knew it made your soul uglier, if only you knew you're wearing a lie on your face, if only you knew you grow more insecure and dependent on a lie when it's off. If only you knew. Your stomach rumbles from hunger and your head begins to feel light, you never eat. You do it because magazines brainwash you to worship false idols, their pictures hang all over your walls, vanity is dripping in your heart and the hunger you do crave is to look like them, but nothing those false idols do have ever had glory, if only you knew. Your clothes are full of brands that make you believe you won't look good without it, you keep consuming, you keep believing but the thing is, trends move on, fashion never stays the same and hundreds and hundreds of dollars of clothes go to waste in you're closet. If only you knew. You can ask "Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who's the prettiest of them all?" but no mirror in the world will say your name. A mirror will only show the image of what you want to believe you are, what you become, but no mirror will show how ugly your soul has become. Your life isn't a fairy tale and you aren't a princess. If only someone told you a long time ago how beautiful you were, how beautiful a person you were. If only I could have told you how beautiful you were.