I look in the mirror
And onslaught myself
With harsh, ugly comments
Why was I crying?
Now I look ugly
With puff uped bug eyes
Stand straight
I'm not sick
But I am
Why am I so pale?
Quit crying
But I can't.
I look in the mirror
And keep crying.
What's wrong with me?
That's all I do.
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