by Valeria Real
Afraid of looking in the mirror
Afraid of who is gazing back
The part of me that hates her body
The part of me that wants it back
It's never easy to see your efforts being thrown away
The efforts that never took you further than a hospital bed..
It's not a clean fight you're fighting, in a battlefield of lies.
The soles beneath your shoes wear out
And your feet are walking on thin ice
Amazing how your knees can break the fall every time.
You must not cry or your mask will rust, behind my porcelain mask
I begin to crack.
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