Title me last chance


I was starting to love myself
Because I saw me through your eyes
But now those eyes view me as monstrous
They’ve no respect left for me
And when I try to look in them to find some happiness
I see only apathy and anger; how do I love me now?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Everyone says I am wise, but really I pretend to have the answers.

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