Distortion
Staring into empty reflection
The truest me I know.
What ever it is you see
When you stare at the planes
And angles
The shallows
And the depths of me,
I find strange.
When I see that representation
There is not even vague recognition.
The eyes slope altogether wrong,
My mouth curls almost upside ways,
My light is dimmed and I am not there.
That photo
That face
That expression do not portray me.
Come and look into my mirror
Find this familiar me.
Not prettier,
Not Sweeter
Not More or less
Just truest me.
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