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I look in the mirror,
and who do I see?
I see a young girl,
but she isn't me.
This girl is smiling,
her cheeks are aglow.
She is prim and perfect,
from head to toe.
Her hair is brushed,
she winks on cue.
Her hands are clasped,
and her eyes dance too.
This is a mistake,
this reflection isn't mine.
This girl looks healthy,
she looks happy and fine.
I wear a frown,
upon my ugly face.
My clothes are made of rags,
instead of silk and lace.
I have cuts on my wrists,
and a battered up soul.
I have a cluttered head,
and a heart with a hole.
In the mirror I smile and sing,
while inside I silently scream.
Outwardly, I'm the perfect girl,
inwardly, I have a shattered world.
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