My figure twisted and distorted, into something shallow and unapproving.
Seeking happiness,
I can only find emptiness.
Deep inside,
A lost child,
Who can’t escape.
I study my features and turn,
Defeated.
Shouts of torment haunt me, and it’s voice taunts me.
I am discusted at the person that I have become.
My reflection stares back at me,
Cracking and crumbling,
Blending into reality.”
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