Lorelei through the looking glass.
A personal poem of mine.Into a world rich with discovery.
I look into a mirror
And see a hated visage.
I scrutinize my face,
Pushing, pulling, squeezing,
Hoping it will transform
Into something new.
Each morning I wake up
And think I will become
BEAUTIFUL,
As though by magic.
Each morning is a disappointment.
I am the same as the day before.
I know I will never be
BEAUTIFUL.
I accept the fact I will never
Be coveted.
I accept the fact I will never
Be homely.
I accept this fake, Broken,
Glass smile of mine.
I am not BEAUTIFUL.
I will never be BEAUTIFUL.
Loreleihad it easy;
Her reflection swallowed her.
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