Die young and stay pretty
She cries when she dresses up
Because she never feels pretty enough
She touches her painted face
And puts her earrings carefully in place
She stares into the void
Of the mirror on the wall
Despite her own face
She doesn't feel like anyone at all
....sometimes its hard to even get up and look at myself in the morning. I hate the way i feel, i hate the way i am, and i hate the way people look at me. Like i'm a person to be looked at but not touched, i hate it. They think i'm a snob and when i try to tell them i'm not they think i have an attitude. If they only knew the way i hated myself, that i cant stand to look in the mirror because although they all think i'm pretty, i don't see anything, there's not light in my eyes, there's no glow in my smile, its fake, the light they see is the light from lights above me, and my happiness is all a lie. I just want it to be over...
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