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You Should Fear Your Neighbor, Not Your Mirror [Poem]
She’s so beautiful, she’s tragic
Sighing at a broken mirror
The view makes her crumble
A lonesome swan picked clean of her feathers
Adrift in her own tears
To her dismay irony delivers
The boys love it when she cries
So today she’ll poke, she’ll prod, and muster
Until her body looks just right
Her hope embodied in her hair, her make-up
It’s never in short supply
A product she is, she’s what they’ve made her
Satisfaction guaranteed
She’s so beautiful, she’s tragic
Sighing about a day gone past her
The neglect lingering in her arid smile
A doll, posing for the squeals of her tormentors
Her posture dwindled, her life curtailed
Shocked in the cycle
And to her, it doesn’t matter how it’s done
As long as it affords affection
What she doesn’t know is that reality scars
Leaving all these little imperfections
And in this way, the pretty ones die young
Their hopes weighed equal to their burdens
The swan will crash below the surface
Drowned in this illusion
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