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the reflection
words are just words
or so they try to say
but the words are names
written across my face
too fat, too tall, too into cartoons
too smart, too dumb, and too ugly, too.
my whole life I have been too much or too little
so that's how I feel
never good enough for anything
at birth I had the bad deal
and I tell them not to label me
because no matter what they say
I am the one looking into the mirror
so I know my own pain
and every day I see a girl that doesn't feel like me.
because as long as I don't see her
I think I'm very pretty
and as long as I don't look at my reflection
I see the me from inside
but as soon as I pass by a mindow
very little, that me starts to die
and I tell the reflected girl she is ugle
we cannot hide the truth.
look at your eyes and your hair
this is the outside you
so everyday I hate myself a little at a time
it all started with a few words
and a few names that weren't mine.
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I always thought to myself that I was pretty. but then people started to be mean, I joined the internet and was called fat and ugly. my nose is too big and my skin is uneven. no matter how confident I was, I broke down every day little by little. I fell into a depression. now, I look in the mirror and I can see all that is wrong with me. instead of leaving off with I am ugly, I see my flaws and then I accept them. I am fine with my skin, it is the skin I was given and I can't change that fact. I am not mutated, there is nothing wrong with me. I am just not flawless. I accept that and move on.