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  • Writer's pictureAanya Srivastava

My Prison


I hate my round face


And how it seems so wide


Every time I see my reflection


I just wish I could hide.



I wonder if anyone will ever


See past this extra weight


I wish I could just lose it


Before it’s too late.



I hate this weight that drags me down


It’s always on my mind


Every day, I see it clearly


And wish it could be left behind.



I fear that no one will ever see


Beyond this outer shell


That I’ll always be alone


In this prison, where I dwell.


Written: 2024

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