MY REFLECTION IN YOUR EYES

Have you ever caught the stench of inadequacy? 

The reek of worthlessness.

It’s like a rotten egg on display,

Subjected to criticism and judgment for every molecule of it’s fragile being…

Its vile taste burns the tongue in a revolting wreck.

And somehow, I was labelled that "rotten egg.”

Desperately trying to scrub away the worthlessness that others perceive.

The glaring stench emanating from my battered being,

My evident disgust with the reflection the mirror shows me.

Discoloured, slimy and contaminated,

An expiration date, long forgotten, became a mystery...  

Smashing mirrors isn't enough.

Only to be met by the echoes of your eyes aching with repulsion, 

Words of affirmation fade into foreignness,

The ugliness I feel within me, my relentless companion. 

Only to leave me,

Craving for a part that was never lost.