Look in the mirror and say what you see,
A broken down girl staring right back at me.
I can’t seem to recognize her, her eyes so empty,
Her hair looks cropped, and not so lengthy.
She looks too skinny in her muscle shirt and *******
Her whole appearance making me feel uncanny.
Who is this girl? Why is she so sad?
She’s looking slightly familiar and in a state so bad.
I examine her more closely and realize something I cannot stand,
The girl in the mirror is really me with a razor in hand.
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
Look in the mirror and say what you see,
A broken down girl staring right back at me.
I can’t seem to recognize her, her eyes so empty,
Her hair looks cropped, and not so lengthy.
She looks too skinny in her muscle shirt and *******
Her whole appearance making me feel uncanny.
Who is this girl? Why is she so sad?
She’s looking slightly familiar and in a state so bad.
I examine her more closely and realize something I cannot stand,
The girl in the mirror is really me with a razor in hand.
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