In the mirror I don’t like what I see
I sit and stare for hours
Hoping the image will change
Willing myself to be beautiful
Flaws and scars make up
The whole and ugliness
Pours from my veins
Staining my fingertips
I trace the outline of my lips
Pursing them in displeasure
They don’t look like they should
No part of me does
Sometimes when he looks at me
I feel beautiful
But when I look in the mirror I see
That his eyes were lying
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