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If I pull this mask on tight enough

Will it reflect what you want

Will it show you what you desire

Will I be accepted and not  judged

Straining at edges

Skipping all thought

I reach for an image in a magazine

Am I too fat

Am I too tall

What and who do I desire to be

This runs deep

Carved as deep as a canyon

Dissatisfied with life and it’s gifts

I want more

Mirrors don’t lie

I’ve ducked them, smashed them and discarded them

So many imperfections

So many visual faults

Never satisfied

Never happy

picture perfect people walk my streets

Airbrushed skin

Are they as beautiful through and through and within…

dih – 06/7/12