Just Like Me

Looking at the bathroom mirror,

There is a girl staring at me. 

Scars on her pale face,

dark hair down to the waist.

Hazel eyes that stand out

Curvy figure, short and proud.

I smile to myself, knowing that I'm unique

I don't want to be anyone else but me.

Look at the mirrow, admire what you see

because no one else in the world 

can compare to who you were meant to be.

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