Now Get Out Of My Face

Mirror mirror on the wall,
Am I still the gorgeous one of all?

Mirror mirror on the...

'Look.
Come closer...
I've got something to say to you.

Don't you come here ever again,
Asking me to lie.
Is that understood?
I am not here anymore,
To fulfill your head with delusions.
Is that clear? '

Wha...'

'Is it or is it NOT clear? '

It's clear, it's clear, it's clear.

'Now get out of my face.
You make me sick! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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