I watch you cry and weep
Exposing your external flaws.
I always win a staring contest.
You are uncomfortable looking at me
For more than two minutes.
I see you glow with flawless skin
And sob with pimples aplenty.
Comparing yourself to others,
Adjusting your face temporarily,
With powder and creams,
Attempting to slow aging--
I am laughing at you,
Watching you hate yourself so harshly.
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