MIRROR What makes me so different, Than everyone else, In your eyes I'm perfect, In mine I'm a mess, You deal with my crazy antics, You deal with my insecurities, You still find me perfect as can be, When I look in the mirror, I see a broke tattered person, With a beat up heart, Barely breathing, Does the mirror lie to me? Or do you just see the best in me? I'm confused as to why you love me, Is it because you think I'm pretty? Is it because there was no one else? You say no, And tell me I'm perfect, That I'm intelligent, That I'm amazing, Sweet, kind, caring, and nice, But the mirror tells me different, I want to believe you, But this mirror traps me, Making me think it's true, Mirrors.
Respect!
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