Failed attempts at beauty.
We are looking for answers to our appearances but
Is the mirror is in front of us?
The difference between you and I-
There's no me, but instead a society
of homogeneous people? Am I trying to fit in?
We may express our looks without
being judged by others. I can make myself less
abstracted. Members of the society,
Racing the front cover of a magazine, or
bodies that grab the readers.
We stare at each other's reflections.
Make up, plastic surgery, and the ways we change ourselves. Can see the difference from everyone else.
Who am I? Do you know me?
What is the sum of 8 and 10:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.