I see a person covering up their real self.
I see a person thinking about everyone else.
I see a person so ugly and fake.
A little girl who needs to be shaked.
A little girl who doesn't yet know what she wants,
And yet she goes out on the streets and her body is what she continues to
flaunt.
She's so disturbed,
She doesn't know how to keep her word.
She's scared and tormented,
Because her parents used to call her demented.
She looks in the mirror,
Staring at fear.
She thinks she's a flea.
I know because that person is me.

 
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