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Reality
When I stare into the mirror,
The first place I go is my eyes.
The face I see is one I fear,
Each smile given a perfectly, placed lie.
Pale skin, colored a bit by blush,
And lips a gentle pink shade.
Laughing is such a superficial rush,
But the reality is beginning to fade.
Dressing in a perfect outfit for me,
And making sure I looked good for school.
Under the illusion that I am free,
When in reality, I am played for a fool.
Pretending is so easy now in my life,
It's all I've ever truly done.
Cutting away the feelings, locking away strife.
These are my sickened ideas of fun.
I don't expect to be loved,
I just expect to be used.
Receiving empty-armed hugs,
Causing my heart self-abuse.
But don't worry about me,
I'm just rambling at my reflection.
There is nothing much here to see,
Just someone whose mind died from her own infection.
The first place I go is my eyes.
The face I see is one I fear,
Each smile given a perfectly, placed lie.
Pale skin, colored a bit by blush,
And lips a gentle pink shade.
Laughing is such a superficial rush,
But the reality is beginning to fade.
Dressing in a perfect outfit for me,
And making sure I looked good for school.
Under the illusion that I am free,
When in reality, I am played for a fool.
Pretending is so easy now in my life,
It's all I've ever truly done.
Cutting away the feelings, locking away strife.
These are my sickened ideas of fun.
I don't expect to be loved,
I just expect to be used.
Receiving empty-armed hugs,
Causing my heart self-abuse.
But don't worry about me,
I'm just rambling at my reflection.
There is nothing much here to see,
Just someone whose mind died from her own infection.
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