“The mirror doesn’t lie”

“It reflects a solid truth”

once roses would bloom for me

Now they spare thorns in spite

Such a young naive girl

You’ve let the world shape you

Something you’ve not foreseen to come

Yet, you hold the scissors in your left hand

attempting to cut your long beautiful silky hair

maybe if I was just a bit

.. more beautiful

if I’d not heeded their wretched foaming words

Their vile angried eyes upon me

maybe if I’d had learn

just a bit

how my self love

In the end

I created a monster

Out of me