Self Image

Poetry, hating the way you look

Continuous screaming in my ears,
telling me how I should be.
Something even more than impossible.
Something I will never see.
It is what you want,
that's why I try.
To look my best for you,
to change my life.
It messes up my mind,
now I don't know what to look for.
When I see that face in the mirror,
staring back at me.
My body just never looks right.
So when I see me in the mirror,
I just cry.