petals
Roses are red violets are blue when i look in the mirror i wish i look like you
i stare in the mirror for about an hour and a half i hate the view
i stare and start thinking of you
wishing i was just like you
my body makes me sick
and my face makes me cry
i pick my self apart
like picking petals off a flower
i pick at the petals which are supposed to be beautiful
but why arent my petals beautiful?
each petal is like a new insecurity
my face
my stomach
my nose
why are do all those make me look so gross?
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