mirrors

Why create a new reality 
When you have one in front of you
Already?
Why look through the window
Into her life
When in your own mirror
Is everything you love?
You long to be her
But you can't see
She has less than you.
Of course
People think she's perfect
Because that's how she shows 
Herself.
Only the most confident
Presence
That everyone wishes they had.
But underneath her eye makeup
And perfectly parted hair
She struggles to wake up every morning
Waits for the bus as the screams echo
In her head.
But she's perfect right?
And no one will stop
Looking through the window
At her.

-Blue


 

IceGalaxy

VA

15 years old

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