Mirror, Mirror

The mirror, that thin pane of glass
A curse hand-made by the human race itself
With thin little silver sheets underneath
Much thinner than the person looking back

Just what we’ve made ourselves
Through obsessive
Imaginations
Judgments, plenty
And compulsive fascinations
With sudden death starvations

They call it a disease
But is it really?
Maybe just a product
Of today’s sick society
Where bones are much more beautiful
Than skin-
When the ribs peek through, from within
There’s not enough makeup in the world
To make them look like the
Computer-generated generation

Celebrities are not ‘stars’
How can they be in comparison, when
Only the stars in the sky
Accept themselves for what they are
And not what’s shown through the man-made scales
And television sets

How can we take ourselves so for granted
Starve ourselves, when around the world
There are people begging for food
Looking like skeletons because of lack of money,
Not starvation of the soul,
Or the traditional
Rotting of the mind
Self esteem, common sense rotting with it!