You see the girl in the mirror?
She calls herself by my name
And I can't stand her
She is ugly, misunderstood,
Not always happy, sometimes angry
So I don't get her
She longs for help, a loving hand
But hides her demons on the inside
I never help her
She longs for perfection
An unattainable, sweet image
That I won't give her
With each passing day, her self loathing increases
The mania in her head won't stop
Then I reject her
Why can't I just let her be?
Why can't she be happy?
Why is she...me?
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A/N: This is a very personal poem from my darker days. Leave some comments!
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