Sunday, August 18, 2013

The Empty Echo


You gaze into a lifeless thing 
To judge your own complexion 
But don't you know by now? 
A mirror only shows imperfection

You stress about the way you look
'til it becomes an obsession
What's wrong with who you are?
 Self loathing just leads to depression

The tempered glass is filled with flaws 
Concealed from your detection
Why believe what you see? 
The reflection hides your perfection



1 comments:

Unknown said...

It's a talent to be able to write through the eyes of this situation, and with such articulation. Three stanzas with a lot of emotion. Love this.

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