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Me You are so ugly
With your rouge-stained cheeks
Your black Shadowed eyes
Have you eaten this week?
Do not stare back at me
With the tears running down
Like black trails of sadness
Past that sulky frown
Scrub clean those filthy hands
The dirt from under your nails
Quiet your pathetic sobs
And your pitiful wails
Do not touch the mirror
And mimic all that I do
For you cannot be me
And I do not wish to be you
It seems to me that you are talking about yourself in this one, but at the same time talking about somebody else.