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Turn The Mirror Around

My nails are bitten to the quick
Passing seasons make me sick
I workout once in ten blue moons
I sleep on weekend afternoons
Sometimes I skip brushing my hair
Sometimes I back out on a dare
When I wear shorts I look like mush
Instead of clear skin, I always blush
My clothes would make designers cringe
My tight shirt’s proof of yesterday’s binge
A hate for myself creeps into me
Slowly invading my sanity…
My clothes…
My face…
My shape…
My taste…

I stop, step back, and turn the mirror around.
Then my perspective is turned upside down
I have a 4.0 GPA to my name
With my songwriting skills, I’ll one day reach fame
My words are like velvet, my phrases like silk
My songs are melodious and sweet like milk
My fingers on a harp create instant harmony
And my intentions are innocent, never a felony
With a couple words uttered, I can draw tears of laughter
My friends call me the funny one, a name I take after
Except a few blunders, my words have been kind
“Bully” isn’t the thought, when I come to someone’s mind
My eyes reflect my soul, and my soul reflects my actions
So look into my eyes, you’ll feel immediate attraction
The popular ones that roam above me now
The ones that are mean, no kindness to endow
They are too busy to work at school
They’ll one day work for me, and this time I’ll rule

With these reassuring thoughts that I have found
I’m no longer afraid to turn the mirror back around.

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poetidea_myworld_22 said...
May 8, 2012 at 10:29 am
I love it :) so amazing
Open_5hoelaces said...
May 1, 2012 at 8:54 am
Mirror was supposed to tell us who we are but it doesn't anymore.
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