A piece of glass hangs on the wall,
many lose themselves in this glass.
Spending hours infront of themselves,
primping, glancing, loosing.
Wasting time consolting the wall,
telling themselves how lovely they look,
how breath taking they are,
how wonderful they must be.
Infront of the glass I stand,
looking into the glaze,
wondering why so many lose so much time
just gazing at themselves.
Looking back at me,
a scarred form
swallowed by darkness,
she screams as she falls into the nothingness.
They tell me I am beautiful,
and ask me why
when I don't agree.
This is the answer. |