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Through the Looking Glass
I look in your eyes
and all that I see
is all this sorrow
looking back at me.
You have scars
from head
to toe.
You have word of hate
written in your bone.
All those lonely days
you spent crying.
You say you're just fine,
but I can tell that you're lying.
One more time,
thats what you always say.
I'll try to get by
day by day
trying not to think
of the things you'll do.
When you're home alone
and in your room.
Everyone around you,
seems to love to pick you apart.
You keep asking around
how to fix a broken heart.
I look in the mirror
and see those same eyes.
The eyes that I
have learned to despise.
I look down at
the ground in shame,
and know that
I'm the one to blame.
For all the sadness
and mistakes.
I fall to the ground
and cry till I shake.
I tell myself
stay strong.
Even when
everything feels wrong,
but I pick my head up
and smile
because I deserve to live a while.
I hide my scars
with long sweaters.
I keep writting myself
all these letters.
I hide my sadness with smiles.
I live life a little regretful,
but sometimes pretty
Isn't always beautiful.
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I always looking in the mirror and pointed out everything that I didn't like about myself and it made me hurt inside. I always faked being happy and it was like I was two differnt people. The one in the mirror and the one in public.