The self dysmorphia complex that crowds inside with
the idea of a familiar time.The moment in life where
image wasn't blinding to see , but glorious with
the recollection of hope. It was a time in the present
where the past reflection the more blissful one, did
not understand the role of an ugly duckling.
The degrading words of sweet lies twisted the words
of the cold hearted which formed a torn proclaim right
to love the image portrayed. Beauty within yourself
is preposterous in matching with the exterior of
who truly is. When the interior wanders in the sayings
that bind the fallen no longer can one show what is.