Is it vanity, or self awareness that makes me cry at night?
The sobbing, the tear stained face, the handprints on the mirror..
You are molded as a child, to grow up and forever be something you are not.
You are taught to see an image in the mirror, that has never existed.
In your mind, you will forever be over weight.
Your skin is forever oily,
your nose forever ugly,
your legs forever too fat.
Alas, I have fallen victim.
I see nothing but the hideous blob that society has painted me as.
Nothing but a terror within a terror, with no makeup to use as a guise.
Tis a shame too..
For I need it.