Why do I look in the mirror and still not like what I see? You should be happy But you're not You should love yourself But you don't And you know who I blame for that? You. I hate you. God, I hate you. And I can't blame you, I feel the exact same way. Why do I look in the mirror and still not like what I see? It's because of you I'm sorry.
I edited it for an assignment for poetic voices class. I like this one better cz