I look deep into the reflection
Looking back isn't me, but a perfection
Tall,Skinny,Ginger,Hot.
Everything I am not.
I just want to stare,
Oh how I wish that was me there
I drag my longing eyes away
though I could have stayed all day
For then reality hits like a brick
as if my shin had been given a kick
There stands the real me,
As ugly as can be.
a warm tear glides down my cheek,
I turn away, I'm just a freak.
Why even bother? Its Just a Mock.
Boy do I wish mirrors could talk..
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