They call me a beauty,
sweet, loving,
an angel to some.
But they don't see what I see.
A monstor consumed in selfish,
rude, horrid, ludicrous, superflous,
sardonice, cruel,
behavoirs.
How is it even possible to like me,
let alone love me so unconditionally,
as they claim they all do?
They do the world for me,
and I can't even begin,
to give them the same back.
I don't deserve what I get.
I'm a worthless peice of garbage,
trying to proove to the world,
and myself,
that I'm not.
What does that make me?
Some said I am nothing,
and maybe they are right.
Who knows?
Only time will tell.
No matter how many times,
I could change myself it wouldn't make a difference,
I always end up back where I started,
life is a circle,
and it just get's bigger and bigger.
I hide behind a smile and laughter,
but look closer,
it's written within my eyes:
self loathing.
Author notes
option #2 - if you were the girl what would your reflection be ? how do you see you self when you look in the mirror
My dark thoughts revealed 
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A contest entry
- picture me by eternalsol.
700 points, ended December 7, 2008, 20 entries
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Comments
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nicely done thanx forentering
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No no no. You are not worthless or anything else that you have called yourself. And I know its hard to get those thoughts out of your head but sissy you arent. I love you loads and don't ever forget that! <3
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