Dysmorphia Poem by Montaha Gasir

Dysmorphia

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My mind has a trick,
It plays on me.
I look in the mirror,
What do I see?

Fat thighs.
Dirty lies.

Belly rolls.
Impure souls.

Big arms.
Broken charms.

Cracked picture,
A reflection.
All I see,
Imperfection.

Tuesday, November 15, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: body,mental illness
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
ashutosh kumar upadhyay 18 November 2022

nicely written

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Montaha Gasir 18 November 2022

thank you

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