She Hates Her Reflection
I saw angels fall down,
just as tears tears hit the ground.
Her fists shatters the glass
not a second too fast.
The image repeats,
she hates what she sees.
What has she done? What has she become?
She hears the voices in her head.
Why does she care what's said?
Has she lost all hope?
She thinks she's only a joke.
As the day presses on,
her mind's nearly gone.
What has she done? What has she become?
She feels so numb.
Why can't she just have fun?
All she wants is to be loved,
to be taken care of.
Little does she know,
she still has some hope.
What has she done? What has she become?
She's perfect just the way that she is..
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Just an 18 year old girl from small town Mississippi. Sharing my life through my poetry.
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