Mirrors

Mirrors

A Poem by Kim Stegeman
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This is not my poem. This poem belongs to the winner of the contest "meaningful poems" that I created. The prize of winning was their poem to be posted on my wall.

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I wish I was skinny, pretty, loved.

I wish

I wasn't me or anything like me

I wish I was her in her ripped skinny jeans,

Loving life in her yellow jacket looking cool, calm, collected.


I wish I was cool

but cool isn't something I will ever be because

My veins burn with rage when I see

Myself, when I see myself I want to rip

The skin from my bones, tear the fat from inside out.


The mirror is a demon, preying on my weak mind,

Telling me to stop, to take back control, to starve.


Sometimes I listen, sometimes I don't.

But I'll always, secretly, know that he's

Right.

© 2017 Kim Stegeman


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Added on October 20, 2017
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Kim Stegeman
Kim Stegeman

Arusha, Tanzania



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I love to swim and to be honest I hate to write (books, stories, etc.) but I love to write poems. It is the only way for me to express my feelings! more..

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