A Funhouse Mirror

[Brownlie]

I like the idea of this poem because it takes a traditional prompt (looking at a reflection) and plays with it.

There are women whose laugh I’ve learned to hate, -- Maybe you could represent the idea hate, and similar ideas,  with the senses?
needling at my pride as I stumbled through a joke
I never thought was funny.
 
I used to love some of these women,
as they tore my limbs from their sockets
in attempt to mould the perfect man.
 
I used to cringe when their eyes met mine,
shrinking at the thought of inadequate wit, looks, or standing.
 
I know what I am –
and there are women who laugh with me
at the stupidity of my jokes,
the blemishes on my face,
and the silliness of a man with no limbs.

This is not bad. Maybe you could throw in the five senses. Not much advice, but maybe that will give you some ideas. Also, perhaps you could include more of the funhouse mirror as an actual object.