My fun house mirror.A Poem by NancyAs I look at myself I see A girl who isn’t pretty, Who is lacking everything that Anyone could ever love. Often feeling over looked The girl next door, the second choice That choice that’s never made... I wish I could stop looking through My fun house mirror and see myself, Through a more flattering light. Looking through this maddening mirror I’ve lost myself. The part I found unique and exceptionally remarkable. Wishing I could turn away From the scrutiny of this terrible thing I look on Somewhere there has to be someone who isn’t so obsessed with
the mirror And will show me that the mirror has deceived. © 2011 NancyAuthor's Note
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