There’s one thing that is the most destructive item on this planet.
No, not a nuclear bomb,

Most destructive to us,
As people.
For girls to guys and everything in between.
For whites to mexicans and everything in between.

Your mother might say it’s your phone.
Your father might say it’s that s***ty ex-boyfriend.

It’s similar to glass,
The way it shatters when you use self defense against it with your fist.

Dear mirror,

You guide my hands across my skin,
Pinching and poking the parts of me you point out.

You glorify every blemish and mark on my body,.

You taught me how to spell Anorexia.
A-N-O-R-E-X-I-A
The way you made my mirror look like the ones at carnivals,
Altered and deformed.

You taught me how to measure my body’s dimensions
Staring at you,
Watching myself shrink to skin and bones.

I watched my little cousin stand in front of you,

Glaring at her stomach in the mirror in her floral bikini.

She pretended she wasn’t looking at you when I asked,
Because we all know that you are a deadly poison.

I watched her shrink.

The little girl who I never thought could break,
Fell,
Fell off a figurative 20 story building.

The slam when she hit the cool cement,
Was the feeling I felt when I accused myself of failing her.

Because she was always the far corner image,
You still let a little piece of her in the tip of the mirror
in the back of the room behind me.

Because when I breathed in your contagious virus she watched me.
She locked eyes with you and you pulled her.

Took everything I ever taught her and destroyed it.

Mirror you’ve taken us both.

Treatment is full of teenagers who have been captured by you.
We sit duct taped and tied to a pole,
A dictator of your own hell.

The only thing we wish for,
Is that you tied the rope tight enough,
To squeeze our abs,
to ditch a few more calories.

Cause maybe it’s a hell we enjoy.
A hell we never asked for.
But you have convince us it’s for the best

I clean my mirror,
Spraying chemicals just as lethal as you.
I try and wipe away the smudges,
Hoping I’ll look better with clean mirror.

I kept slamming my weak body against you.
Hoping for another world beyond you.
An escape to the other side.
My pale skin, bruising at the touch.

Without you,
We would accept ourselves as the person on the inside.
The person we know and understand.

Unable to truly analyze our flaws without you.

You remind me of a novel,
Pride and Prejudice..
For you take away all of my Pride
and hand me my own Prejudice.