The thing in the mirror.A Poem by MimiWhat is that thing in the mirror? That couldn't possibly be me standing there. She's fat, she's ugly; she's not right. Look at the way she twitches in the light. She's a monster; she must go. I bend over the toilet and force the bile to flow. I gag and I heave. I collapse and I cry. I just want to die. I feel so ugly, All because of the fat beast within me. I get up and look at it; the thing looks back, staring. It mocks me as I begin glaring. I look down at my ribs; they stick out so much. My skin is so thin to the touch. I look so pale, My bones are frail. Without a sound, I fall to the ground. With a soft, weak sigh, I lay there, waiting to die. © 2010 MimiAuthor's Note
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Added on March 4, 2010Last Updated on March 5, 2010 AuthorMimiA place called homeAbout"My heart is racing, feet are pacing, as I being to anticipate. Not much longer I can wait. The day is near, it's almost here. I feel like I can see him. Soon this vision begins to dim, quickly turnin.. more..Writing
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