If you were surrounded by mirrors, forced to glare at yourself, would you be able to face your own judgment?
To the woman in the mirror:
I will end this mentality of yours; being confident, but in a mirror insecure
I see and define you as weak when I know better; that's why I cry
With what I've been through, what I see, contradicts what's inside
It's just the moment I see you, I want to break down
When I take a look, I feel unworthy of a crown
And that's why I will break you, my mental, mirror entity
I refuse to be my own worst enemy
And I swear, I won't stop swinging til you shatter
And leave the facade pieces of me scattered
And stained, with the blood of someone who will no longer be defined by their mere image
About the Creator
Terowi Marshall
Art is life. With each poem I write, there’s a piece of me in every one
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