The face I know and hate
Stares back at me
The body I loathe
Flaunts itself though it is unworthy
The mind I wish
To condemn to oblivion
Ticks over as I
Surround myself with
The blackest of thoughts
The love that
Keeps me safe and warm
Reflects itself in the
Wierd and eerie tripod of my eyes
The sleek surface
Reflects what I don't
Wish to see
An unpretty face,
Ungainly form,
And sickened mind
But I know that when
Another looks to this
Shined glass wall
They see the person
I wish to be
But never ever will.
17 April 2001
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