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Looking in the mirror I cringe

I can't stand that ugly thing staring back

It is so horrible

I wish that was not my reflection

I close my eyes

and pray that when I open them

I will see something beautiful



So I count to three and open them



1.................2................3.................



Still the same disgusting me

There is no pretty face

No body moving with grace

It is like I am looking

Through those tripped up carnival mirrors

But this is for real

I can't afford to see my reflection

Because if I do,

I will want to die

So instead all of my life,

I try to hide