I look in the mirror and I see a boy
Lifeless eyes, filled with fear.
I pity the boy,
I share his pain,
I wish I could reach out,
and tell him he’ll be alright,
But it feels wrong
To lie to a child
I look in the mirror and I hate what I see,
I look for the faults, perceive each flaw,
This body is no temple
It must be desecrated,
Torn down and forgotten in time.
I look in the mirror and see the pain
I’ve inflicted.
I’ve bruised and scarred
This helpless victim.
Limb from limb,
Body from soul
I look in the mirror
With subsided rage.
I still don’t recognise what I see
But I’m learning
To respect my own complexity.
I look in the mirror and I see a canvas
That can be shaped and moulded
To reflect what I feel.
A metamorphosis of colour,
Chance to be born anew
I hope that one day
I look in the mirror
And I see myself.
I see all of me reflected
And I love what I see.
- Hazel South
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