Mirror

April 15, 2016

I am vain

I am weak

I aim to please

I dream for days

of being beautiful, being grand

with just my own image in my hand

without reflection, I am upset

without my face, I hold regret

regret for what I once looked like

without a mirror, theres no grand life

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