The reflection in the mirror,
reflects catastrophy.
Perfection in my mind,
of girls in magazines.
My eyes are dark as black,
my ugliness is shown,
if I am not perfect,
then ill be alone.
My heart feels cold and ugly,
So I try to say goodbye.
And if I am not pretty,
then ill surely die.
Everybody envies,
the perfect beauty queen,
and all I want to do,
is to dance with the king.
But for me there is no chance,
for a guy to notice me,
because I am fat,
and not at all pretty.
The only day that counts,
when Im happy and free,
is the day I die,
and glisten peacefully.


 
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