the mirror
my worst enemy
the mirror
holding what i don't want to see
I look into it
and i feel about to cry
I see a friendless teen
Just hoping she would die
I don't want to be
what i see
I want to be true
I want to be me
but who am i?
who is that face?
what is she doing here
in this awful place?
Why do i lock up
in my reflection of truth
why can't i enjoy life
enjoy my happy youth
but i'm locked in my mirror
no matter how hard i try to get free
I'm stuck in my mirror
never being the true me
Why can't i break out
why can't they just see?
why does this horrible plauge
have to torture me?
I'll never know
just why
I'm stuck in my mirror
forced to always cry
Author notes
choice 5... i didn't really get the () thing so i'm sry if i didn't do this rite...
Written March 2nd, 2004
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so great....amazing work!!
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