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Reflection
In the mirror I'm forced too see.
The ugly face given to me.
I hate the image that looks back.
It makes the glass spawn a crack.
I despise the look in my eyes.
Deep blue and full of lies.
An expression of pity and shame.
Belonging to me all the same.
Tears from the pain I feel.
Sorrow that is almost unreal.
I loathe the skin I'm made to wear.
A burden I can hardly bear.
Imperfections and so much more.
Scratches, scabs, and scars galore.
Blood down my legs and arms.
Because I'm the one who self-harms.
I abhor the smile I have to don.
The real one is long gone.
Completely vanished from sight.
Lost to the winds of the night.
I can't stand the rift in my heart.
Feeling like my life fell apart.
Pulled in every direction.
That's why I hate my reflection.
The ugly face given to me.
I hate the image that looks back.
It makes the glass spawn a crack.
I despise the look in my eyes.
Deep blue and full of lies.
An expression of pity and shame.
Belonging to me all the same.
Tears from the pain I feel.
Sorrow that is almost unreal.
I loathe the skin I'm made to wear.
A burden I can hardly bear.
Imperfections and so much more.
Scratches, scabs, and scars galore.
Blood down my legs and arms.
Because I'm the one who self-harms.
I abhor the smile I have to don.
The real one is long gone.
Completely vanished from sight.
Lost to the winds of the night.
I can't stand the rift in my heart.
Feeling like my life fell apart.
Pulled in every direction.
That's why I hate my reflection.
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