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I look into this mirror,

my reflection gazing back,

Waiting for this being,

to make the glass crack.



My eyes water,

I live a life where I hate me.

My heart aches,

I always wonder, "Why must this be?"



I'm cursed with these imperfections,

these attributes taht hide the heart within.

Why must my soul be overshadowed,

by a boy who isn't thin.



Tears fall into the sink below,

it would overflow if I had the time.

But why keep staring at myself,

Watch out! I might go blind.



A self-esteem that's lower,

then the firey pits of Hell.

And it's all because of this glass,

where the ugly being dwells.



12/29/06