Inside Out The outside is what they might call beauty But when im looking in the mirror they don't see what I see I see big brown eyes that are tired of crying I see round ears that can't handle more lying. The softness of my lips conceal the harshness of my words. The scent of sorrow in my nose still lingers rancid and absurd.
Moniee01
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