Mirror
A mirror looking at me. Looking at my eyes, my smile and my hair. Wondering. Am I pretty? Slowly taking away the different layers of myself. Stripping me. Leaving me exposed and funerable, To the judgment of society. But my skin is tick, And my soul is strong. My mirrow reflects my soul. And it won't be like society, Toxic and hurtfull. But it will be loving and positive.
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