The mirror has never been a friend.
Always showing me my flaws, which really does offend.
If the mirror breaks, all it does is bring more pain.
The mirror gives me nothing to gain.
Fix my hair, but for what reason?
My hair will just mess up anyway if it's breezin.
I do not wish to be reminded of how I look.
It's so bad, to the point where I look like Tom Nook.
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Stale Words
Poetry𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 is an ongoing book and collection of poems and sonnets made by me, inspired by my thoughts, dreams, and personal experiences. As someone who lives with depression and anxiety, a lot of my thoughts are bound to not be very pleas...
