I look up at the reflection,
Beaneth the shiny stone,
Sadened by my thoughts,
In the world, i feel alone!
What this reflection shows,
Is different and strange,
Its not the person it used to be,
How could i of changed!
Dull and lifeless eyes,
Stare at me so ashamed,
A sad and empty mind,
A heart full of defame!
What do people see in me,
Im just a brocken heart,
Nothing more than life could be,
This life is torn apart!
So as i stop and stare,
At what i have become,
I hate what i see back,
Useless, disfunctioned, Ugly, scum!
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