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Fault
I'm flawed
Imperfect
At fault
and ashamed
All that has happened has just been a game
a game on my life
unhappy
untrue
you treated me perfect
do I look perfect to you?
I can't see it
I don't feel it
Reflections show me doubt
from this hideous figure I long to be without
confused
dejected
pushed and rejected
infected by hatred for this body of mine
I'd sooner be without it
this vessel
this cage
that holds me away
I see emptiness
sorrow
I see another tomorrow
where I'm beautiful in my own eyes
and not just yours...
