Death By Reflection Poem by Talisa Dee Whitmore

She stands there,
Staring in the mirror.
She wants to walk away,
Her legs won't go though.
She feels too fat,
Even though called thin.
She is gasping at her ugliness,
No one will tell her she's pretty.
She stays atuck there,
In her ebbed self-esteem.
She has many tears,
For the feeling that isn't beautiful.
She stares in horror,
Hating her gawking body.
She has much personality,
But it's invisible.
She sucks in,
Still not confident or happy.
She fools around,
Thinking maybe they won't notice.
She stayed there,
staring in the mirror.
She can't keep up with her body,
Her mind can't starve like her stomach.