Here’s to the girl in the mirror, trapped in
A world where perfection is expected;
Mistakes add up, irreversible sins;
Dissonant chords analysed, corrected
To fit the continuous harmony
That I forced myself into, and cannot
Evade, without the loss or agony
Experienced when leaving my landlocked
Mind, surrounded by voices that I silence
To crown my own, so it can thrive on all
The false certainties, saved in my conscience,
That poison, whispering at me to fall…
That girl in the mirror is no longer
My reflection: she came back stronger.
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