I know it's been forever since I actually posted something, but that's because the school year started and being in double honors is KILLING ME. It's alright though, I love school. I'm currently taking the Robotics course, which is awesome. Learning new things is just so interesting. ^-^ Of course, I still write a lot. I have poems, mainly because those are fast and simple, and I just posted one to let you guys get a taste of my poetry. On this post though, I'd like to type up a draft of something I wrote at Starbucks! Enjoy!
Without wax,
lonewriter7
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"The Mirror"
When I look at myself in the mirror, I see scratches and scars and bruises. The pimples that I hide with concealed stick out to me like a sore thumb. Although I know they're not noticeable, I'm disgusted by the bones that stick out in odd places, like my shoulders and elbows. I hate how my hair always seems frizzy, and how my lips are so pale. My hands also look amorous compared to the rest of my body, and the veins pop up as well. My knuckles are bulging from my hands half the time, which look revolting against my slender fingers.
I look at my reflection in disgust. It reminds me of when you look at a word for so long, it looks wrong. That's what girls do with their bodies. I look at myself and notice everything that's wrong with me, and it makes me cringe. I see myself for so long, I seem... "wrong". I see the size of my feet, the shape of your nose, the marks on your arms... It all just seems wrong.
My feet are too large, my arms too thin, and the size of my two eyes aren't the same. I notice all these things and more. I hate what I see in the mirror, but yet everyday I stare into it. I look myself up and down every morning, making sure to hide all my crude, imperfect features. I shy away from compliments, because I simply can't believe them. How could anyone find me, with lead in my eye, scars along my limbs, hands too big for my body, hang nails, chapped lips, eyebags, vein-y hands, tangled hair, a pudgy nose, a boney body, a long neck, small breasts, no curves and dry skin, among many other things, attractive in any way? It doesn't fit my mind, when I look in the mirror.
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