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Distorted reflection
Looking in the mirror and my reflection seems distorted as if it's been tampered with.
I used to be able to shrug off your verbal abuse, but somehow my eyes morphed your lies into truthful flaws.
It was as if I was a canvas and every day another mistake appeared, until the beautiful blank slate was burried beneath several layers of paint.
I used to be able to shrug off your verbal abuse, but somehow my eyes morphed your lies into truthful flaws.
It was as if I was a canvas and every day another mistake appeared, until the beautiful blank slate was burried beneath several layers of paint.
Published 8th Mar 2021
| Edited 10th Mar 2021
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10th Mar 2021 1:29am
11th Mar 2021 10:23am
Dear M,
Words never seem to stop hurting. This poem so aptly proves how painful verbal abuse can cut. I always wonder why we continue to let someone else’s insecurities fester in us?
“ but somehow my eyes morphed your lies into truthful flaws.” such a poignant description of how that whole process happens.
H🌷
Words never seem to stop hurting. This poem so aptly proves how painful verbal abuse can cut. I always wonder why we continue to let someone else’s insecurities fester in us?
“ but somehow my eyes morphed your lies into truthful flaws.” such a poignant description of how that whole process happens.
H🌷
