Lift your face up from the magazine
And look me in the eye
The mirror is not where your identity lies.
Didn’t you realize
No amount of concealer
Can hide your beauty?
You’re dying inside
Every inch of you
Sewn up in silence
Hiding between layers of fabric
Your appearance
Is impressive
No matter how good you look
I can read you like a book
You’re ready to self-destruct.
The ink spilled lies
You’ve spent your life gorging on
Have no substance.
Step away from the magazine,
And open your eyes
Breathe.
Be.
The mirror is not where your identity lies.
About the Creator
Rachel Dow
Learning from life experiences and documenting them along the way. Poetry and connection with others makes my heart sing. All proceeds/gifts that you donate are going towards a mission trip to the Dominican Republic.
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