Is the mirror warped, or
is it just my eyes?
For all I see in it is
a stomach full of lies.
An angry, infuriated face
To my parents, a disgrace;
And with a lot of blur
I start to see HER.
A cute little chub
who was raised and cared with love;
A sweet little damsel
who never gave a hassle.
Now who is this person I see?
For I can smell her reek;
Of disrespectfulness and swears
like she never cares.
I swear this is just a cocoon,
it is just a phase
One day the butterfly will emerge
and make eyes stare.
Then yes, the mirror is warped
For this isn’t me;
When she emerges,
she’ll be more beautiful than she’s been.