Something there is that doesn’t love

a mirror

the glare of the light that is

distorts the image

tabloids morphed into this mirror

stares back at me for hours

as my body image rolls off the

straight-edged mirror

leaving no room for my imperfection

not even the scars

from those lunch box days

I  tell myself this is just a phase

In every bathrrom

And in every house

You stalk me

As I try desperately

To search for my idenity

Tabloids

Arranged to arouse desire

Train our perceptions

To decieve us

Forced to want a lyposuctioned body

This mirage

Sucks the life out of me

Something there is that doesn’t love

A mirror

That wants to alter the culture

Push it to disorder

Change the next generation

Of post modern advertising

Thoughts are contradictory

Just mere fantasy

Look here

Something there is that doesn’t love

A mirror

That wants to send it

Across the room

SHATTER IT!

Before I would think to look at another

I’d ask to know

What I was thinning down

Or plumping up

And to whom this image would be pleasing

Or to whom it may be teasing

Conservative

I’d think to remember,

But curvasious is in

Like a coke bottle shape

From what tabloids say

And the adds across the screen

They think they are clever

Having thought of it so well

Society is lost

And this mirror is my wall

Mr. Robert Frost