I may look happy
Yet I shed a single tear
Everything is distorted
In this hellish broken mirror
You can't see my hurting
You can't see my strife
Everything's distorted
In the broken mirror of life
My face is all chubby
Nothing I see is clear
I never seem to fit into
The standards of this stupid broken mirror
Fate is really stupid
And Destiny's a quack
If only I'd put down this mirror
If only I'd step back
Someday I will be pretty
Someday there'll be an end to my strife
But right now I just don't fit the standards
Of the broken mirror of life
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Life of a Lonely, Wandering Soul
PoesíaThis is a series of poems I, Brianna French, have written. The are completely original, and I would appreciate it if you didn't steal them. Thank you SO much for reading! I am 13 years old as of now, but I will be 14 in the July of 2013. Please feel...
