She doesn’t believe
In the beauty inside
When she looks at her reflection
All she sees is a lie
A new distorted image
Another ugly mass
Feeding these falsities
She thinks reside in the glass
She molds herself to perfection
Yet still yearns to be more
Never thinking she’s good enough
There’s always something else to deplore
She keeps on striving
Until you can barely see her
Just another shattered image
In another broken mirror
Very... contemporary. I did like the last line very much so...
"Just another shattered image In another broken mirror"
Kind of makes me think of "that's the way the cookie crumbles" for some reason even though they don't mean the same thing lol... But I guess this is a good piece, though I'm not really good at judging contemporary work. See you around!