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what i see...
every morning,
i hate looking in the mirror.
because all i see,
is a fat, ugly girl.
my father tells me,
i look ugly.
my mother says,
i have no taste in clothes.
when i look in the mirror,
i use to see a beautiful girl.
now i see,
a smoker, pothead, fat and ugly person.
when im told by my boyfriend im beautiful,
i turn my head and say im not,
im ugly.
all my friends can see my beauty,
i cant,
all i see is a depressive emo girl.
i hide this a lot,
but sometimes i cant.
i hate looking in the mirror.
because all i see,
is a fat, ugly girl.
my father tells me,
i look ugly.
my mother says,
i have no taste in clothes.
when i look in the mirror,
i use to see a beautiful girl.
now i see,
a smoker, pothead, fat and ugly person.
when im told by my boyfriend im beautiful,
i turn my head and say im not,
im ugly.
all my friends can see my beauty,
i cant,
all i see is a depressive emo girl.
i hide this a lot,
but sometimes i cant.
Published 6th May 2013
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6th May 2013 5:04am
Your hurt and pain is clear through your words.
No one is perfect, not you not me and not your parents.
I know this is a cliche but its who you are on the inside that counts.
No one is perfect, not you not me and not your parents.
I know this is a cliche but its who you are on the inside that counts.
6th May 2013 11:38am
it was beautiful, my every feeling towards life, and hunn, nothing gets in the way of your own beauty.. and a good sized bong hehehe
