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Just certain things.
Reflection
Poem-
Reflection


There again, I see
That ugly stranger
Staring back at me..
Reflection in the mirror,
where my hatred lies,
Ive found no cure.
Simple jokes taunting me
following that Laughter,
A cut so deep.
I wish to rid
myself from this body,
My true emotions ahid..
When they say simple things,
mocking my little imperfections,
A hidden wound goes undetected.
The reasons of why
Those things make me cry
I do not know.
I want to escape the hurt,
Yet theres no where to go.
There again, I see
The thing I hate the most
Staring back at me,
Reflection in my mirror.
That thing staring back to me,
it makes me want to die: To go and leave.
A simple word, said so often..
Suicide; it sounds so rotten
I don't dare do thing thing I want so
My heart; it will not let me go.
Can't let anybody know
Can't tell how I feel,
Ignorance is best
When not revealed.
But yet simply Put..
That reflection of me,
I hate it so, down to the root
Nobody, nor Not a thing
Can stop this raging hate,
this utter sadness I hide from everything
Nobody, nor Not a thing
Can understand why.
Nor can I..
Don't know what to do
or how to change.
So I look to you,
to quench this rage..
I know i can't find
what I truely want;
Beauty with peace of mind
Yet still I try.
But yet I don't, I give up
Breakdown, wish to die,
All b'cause I see
that ugly b***h
Staring back at me.


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