That looked into her eyes
Trapped behind
The mirror's glass
A nightmare born of lies
When she looked out the window, too,
She saw it yet again
And turned away
But still she feared
That people could see in
She wrapped a blanket 'round herself
And thought that she could hide
But no escape
From curious eyes
No matter how she tried
So she pulled shut the curtains
And she sewed them all up tight
She kept outside
The people's gaze
But also blocked the light
But still she saw that face she feared
When mirrors she did pass
She covered them
With heavy sheets
So couldn't see the glass
She lived out all her days like that
No mirrors, curtains closed
And never knew
This single truth—
That she was beautiful.
This reminds me of a poem I once tried to write. I should try to finish it.
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