Fixation

I can’t stop looking at my thighs

The fixation

The obsession

My prying eyes

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I can’t stop looking at my face

The emotions

The expressions

A wasted space

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I can’t stop looking at my flesh and skin

The scrutiny

The hatred

The demons within

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An enemy so abstract

It should reflect beauty

Promise, hope and the truth that you see

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Instead mine is evil

It toys with my mind

Warped and twisted, a mirror so unkind