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Meepbeep Nov 2017
I live in a mirror and prey on the weak,
My flaws are fixated and clear.
I stutter an mumble whenever I speak,
My voice always trembles with fear.
A blemish or twelve can be seen on my face,
and they sure as hell won't go away.
These problems and faults just consume all the space,
Where my positive aspects should stay.
But what would I know, I'm as dull as a spoon,
Any edges are certainly downsides,
My laugh is obnoxious, my smile appears hewn,
and to think that I dare go outside.

When I talk I assume that they think I'm a freak,
When they probably liked what they heard,
So it gets to the point where I don't want to speak
and that silence says more than my words.
I don't keep in contact or give them a call,
Might as well just cut short the demise.
They're far above me, yeah they stand far to tall,
I won't ever hang out with those guys.
So now I've no lovers, no contacts or friends,
My head now has never been clearer.
A moment of solitude spent never ends
When I'm sat staring back at the mirror.

But when I'm alone I exist less and less,
Until I am merely me.
I realize that I'm far more than a mess,
I am only who I want to be.
I speak what I think and my smile can uplift,
and I am actually quite a good person,
My looks are the wrapper that come with the gift
Things are better, they don't need to worsen.
A moment to love me is all that it took,
To disregard all imperfections.
I would rather have seven years of bad luck
Than live in a fear of reflections.
Not my first poem, I already hate the one I submitted for entry. Please consider this to be my real debut.

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