Poetry Corner: Fun House

What really prevents us from seeing ourselves as we really are? 

Fun House

                  eyes enlarge by the smallest turn,

               a subtle nod can remove my chin –

         tricking my mind into thinking 

                           Picasso had his way with me;

                     mirror hopping – eyes only,

                     my best features turn against me

                     and my favorite things to hate become

                     beautiful –

                                (do I really see the truth of me?)

                                   within these walls

                                                    e-v-e-r-y-t-hi-n-g

                                    can be manipulated…

By Diana M. Bateman

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