Mirror Syndrome

Staring at my reflection

at every freckle, at every mark

staring at the imperfections

and the criticizing starts

bigger eyes, clearer skin

smaller thighs, is this a sin?

Im so shallow and superficial,

hating everything of my own,

wanted beauty is my uniqueness

no wonder i feel so alone  

I dont really feel out of place

just insecure in my own way

sometimes I'm scared to show my face

and I just want to run away.

Flatter stomach, firmer arms

a better ass, the boys, they charm.

Straighter hair, smaller feet

this cycle is so hard to beat.

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Jonathan Estep's picture

Wow...another great poem...I like it...An extremely easily related piece...A great approach to a tough issue too...Great Write!:)