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[aid] => Mick
[title] => my reflection
[time] => 2003-07-24 17:05:00
[hometext] => this poem is about me bout my world... [bodytext] => I start the morning off with a shower Then I cleanse tone and moisturise my face Most mornings I do that twice Depending on how ugly my face looks when I wake up After that I put on my concealer That’s to cover up the bags under my eyes and the freckles on my nose Then I go over the top of that with powder that’s to make my skin look smooth Only after I feel that my face looks smooth enough I put on my eye shadow Purple I always have it on I refuse to leave the house without it on I couldn’t even contemplate doing that Me go out without make up on You will never see the day. I can’t go out the front door without it on I guess You may say that that is stupid But it’s not I just can’t do it If you try and make me I cry and scream It’s not that I mean to or anything but well I know that I’m ugly even if I have make up on but I look a bit better with it on I think I guess I owe it to the people outside of my home to wear make up I wouldn’t want to see me without it on I’m sure I’d throw up then and there That’s how ugly I am. After the eye shadow I put on black eye liner Then finally I apply layer after layer of mascara until my eyelashes are long thick and dark Oh and of course I finish with my favourite lipstick Over the top of that goes my shiny gloss And there I’m Done And I still look like crap After all that I still look the same ugly ugly ugly! My mum says that I look like a doll Porcelain Fake But she doesn’t understand She doesn’t get that I have to have that much make up on other wise I feel naked And so repulsively ugly She’s always saying to me that no one wants to be friends with a doll Doesn’t she mean no one wants to be friends with some one who is ugly? Maybe she does but she doesn’t want to say it she doesn’t have to Why did God or who ever created me make me so gross to look at Maybe I was born only to stay in my room and look at myself in the mirror and cry and scream and wonder why my face and body are like they are Every time I walk past a mirror or a window basically any thing that I can see my reflection in. I stop and look I have to I have to make sure that none of my make up has come off And if it has I run to a bathroom and re-apply what ever has come off When I get home from school each day I have a shower I try and wash the ugliness away Then when I get out of the shower I wash my face over and over again until I can’t do it any more Until it hurts Most nights I cry myself to sleep I cry because all I want is to wake up the next morning and look pretty I want to wake up and look in the mirror and smile Instead of screaming Every time I look at my self in the mirror I feel so ugly and worthless I feel as though I don’t belong here I don’t deserve to walk out side have friends you don’t deserve anything when you’re ugly Nothing at all That’s when I think about leaving to a place where I wouldn’t be ugly any more I wonder who invented mirrors? Who ever it was I hope they are in hell I bet you any money they were gorgeous and a female One of those perfects who knows that they are beautiful Do they know how awful it is to be ugly and have to look in the mirror? Maybe they didn’t realise how much damage a single sheet of glass that showed your reflection could do of course they didn’t They wanted to look at themselves and smile I wish I could do that I Wish I could do that… [comments] => 1 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 31 [informant] => tinka_belle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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