I will not look
I will not stare
Into the glass of despair
Though I dare not look
And never will
Images haunt me still
Painted by the tongues
Of a thousand remarks
I see myself
Emerge from the dark
Blurry at first but then I see
The ugliness
That is me
In the smirks I see my hair
Twisted and beyond repair
In the laughs I see my face
Out of proportion and what a disgrace
In the whispers I see my...
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