my mirror
who is that
staring at me
she is so ugly
he is too fat
not even all that smart
I can hear the words,
"you aren't worthy"
"you aren't sorry"
"keep the blood coming"
and worse
nothing is a surprise anymore
nothing wants to be seen
it should have shattered
it should have broke
seeing so much pain
it leaves me in pieces
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