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I look at myself until I am unhappy with the image

I smash the mirror into pieces and laugh at the irony

Every broken piece is a broken part of me

YOUR NOT WHO YOU USED TO BE

I scream without any words

I grab the basic foundation that has become my life

I hurriedly and slopply apply it

I grab the fake smile and make sure to cake it on

By the time my mask is on I'm crying out

I HATE YOU

Why do I need fake beauty for u to see WHO I AM

And that's when I give up

My love angel sits down beside me with a wet cloth

He smiles gently and ever so dear

Because he sees the girl I am without the mirror

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