The more I look at my reflection, the more I don't want to be seen.
No one's here to tell me I look beautiful.
No one is here to lie of their emotions for me..
I will always remain the ugly thing that i am...
Blemishes won't fade.
Dry skin won't become moist.
I guess I have to stop looking so close.
But then I won't know what to correct.
When I thought I had your love,
I was scared that one day you would see me
as I saw myself,
you would leave me after that.
Why weren’t you there for me?
Why did I push you away?
Why did you let me push you away?
Your mystery remains the same.
I will never know the answers.


 
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