I remember the lies of the mirror,

Her depth and deception make me wonder what lies ahead.

Every time I see her I would stand still and she would steal from me.

She would steal a moment of my confidence.

She would paint my imperfection into a disturbing portrait.

She speaks volumes in her pictures,

Enough to destroy what little self I hold on to.

She tells me that my nose is big, and that my skin lacks even tone.

She tells me that I am bigger than I feel,

That the food and liquor doesn’t leave my body.

How can I live with her?

I remember the lies of the mirror,

They have conquered many with a few thoughts of doubt.

They have left many alone and insecure.

Her words are poison to those who drink from her.

I remember the lies of the mirror,

She speaks volumes in her pictures.