In the hall of mirrors, there is only one you seek. It is the one that shows you the beauty of the weak. You walk through the hallways, searching for the truth. But you are no detective, you are no slooth. You can't help but frown as you look at your reflection. It is the beauty that makes you weak, it gives you the feeling of rejection. As you turn away, a tear slips slowly down your cheek, but you can't stop the flowing of this leak. You can't, you can't fix this pain inside. They only thing you can do is try. You've tried and tried but it's never enough, it's not what they want. Small and frail, you were always the runt. The one no one cared for, the one never loved. The one who was never, ever enough.