A view blurred
concealed from igniting eyes
a muddied perspective
shunning the light
an image broken
a life torn apart
sheltered and hidden
for her own protection
an identity crippled
a severed heart
her fears realised watching herself
where is her soul?
Beaten and bruised
values are mocked
critical thinking keeps her from loving
compromised by self-loathing
unanswered questions keep her guessing
a tainted reflection
haunts her shattered world.
She looks at herself at her tainted reflection
and is taken aback by her bland complexion.
She hates what she sees and longs to change
to look normal and pretty instead of quite strange
they will say she is shallow and seems to be vain
as she rarely reveals when she is in pain
for her hurt is hidden and her anger disguised
her fading self belief rests in her sunken eyes
She finds fault and flaws in her entire face
ridiculing each feature to debase and disgrace
a horror to see what the world can see
in the broken mirror looking back at me.
*Photo – dreamstime.com