Standing near the curtain's lace
With your fingertips you trace
The mirror's edge, the reflection shown
Gawking at your skin on bones
Displeased with your reflection
You turn to the side, around, then shun
Hovering your hands above your torso
Wondering why you are so
"Fat, large, obese and obsessed,"
"The gawks, the whispers... they make me depressed."
You fight this voice with a louder tone
"You are what is in the mirror shown!"
Grasping your skull you collapse in agony
As you rage within to attempt to see
The mirror does not lie
The mirror does not try
It is the mind that boasts
That damages most
Gasping for air
Awakening from this nightmare
You move to stand, face the mirror
Gazing at your reflection, feeling inferior
Standing near the curtain's lace
With your fingertips you trace
The mirror's edge, the reflection shown
Gawking at your skin on bones