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by: Lara

I look into the mirror,
that I shattered.
To see the reflection of a face,
I don't really wish to see.
I so perfectly created,
this self that I am not.
This face I cover, primp, and paint,
using all the latest colors.
There are holes where my eyes once were,
leaving me this husk.
I emptied,
to forget all I've ever seen.
If I could rid of this so easily,
I'd hire someone.
To have it ripped out, torn out, washed out.
Just like my dinner swirling down the drain,
along with my other problems.
And with gallons,
of perfectly good water.
So perfect, they say.
With this body,
I'll never be happy with,
this being I created,
to siute everyone elses needs.
Let me be myself for a change,
not the one I bought.
With it's trendy brand name,
fitting tightly around the collar.
Let me paint my nails,
and read my trashy magazines.
Let me talk all night,
and cry all day.
Let me sing my songs,
and lie all day in the sun.
If it makes me happy.
This skin looks so white,
compared to this dark soul.
And you never know,
tomorrow it could always rain.

©2000 Lara Branwen. Reprinted with Permission.

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