Monday, April 11, 2016

Poem: Her Perception

She stares at her reflection in the crooked mirror
Her eyes examining every inch of her body
Her perception forever the same
She is a portrait filled with blobs
There is no illustration of beauty
Only traces of never-ending revolt
The familiar expression on her face
Is filled with hatred and bitter tears
Rapid thoughts running through her head
That scar her deep to the core
Telling her she’s a beast
That nobody wants around

Written April 11, 2016

© 2016 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.

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