If reflections could speak,

Mine would scream.

I can't say I blame it.

I'm stick with my face too.

If pictures could talk,

My portrait would be hoarse

From whining and complaining.

And I can't say I'm not the same.

Boyfriends can speak,

But mine chose to leave

So I wallow in pity.

Avoiding my own face.

Reflections.

Mirrors.

Portraits.

Pictures.

If they could speak,

I'd never find peace.

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