The mirror mocks me,
twisting my image.
It creeps into my thoughts,
whispering my failures
into my ear.
Tears slide down the mirror girl's face,
blurring her thoughts.
The mirror shatters,
a broken reflection of myself.
I try to tear my eyes away,
but they tell me that I am worthless.
My head spins, my stomach turns,
It is never good enough.
 
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