The Mirror

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The mirror looks back at me

I can paint my face

I can change my clothes

But the person looking back

Is not what i want to see

 

A lash here and there

A bit of rouge

Fake tan and heels

I do what i can but people see me as queer

 

Not able to accept myself

I dress to escape

I dress to fit in

A girl in stealth

 

my home is my hide

The internet friends

The pictures and blog

I have tried.

 

The mirror mocks me

The pictures lie

The heels hurt

What will come of me.

 

A loving wife

Who holds me

Keeps me warm

A friend who injects me with life

 

I turn the mirror to face the wall

Look inside myself

This is what i am

I will walk tall.

 


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