Like a ball of wax,
It all builds up.
The image of myself is changing.
The world is showing me what I should be.
I cave in on myself.
The mirror is my enemy,
Screaming insults,
Inflicting pain.
Is it only me?
Just in my mind?
I must pretend,
Put on the mask they all wish for me to hide behind.
At times I try to strip it away,
Let the layers fall to the floor,
But the questions are too much.
Always wishing for a way to break the mold.
For true perfection
Is finding beauty where most would turn away.
 
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