body image and the way you see yourself than the way others see you

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Society can be vile and cruel, Leaving you insecure and bruised. Looking up ahead, You see her, So young and so beautiful. The flow in her long dark hair, Most days you wanted to be her.
Careful, don't stare.   It isn't you in there. Don't look at the fatal imperfections, they aren't really there either.   It's an illusion, its not made to show you the truth.  
Ever wonder of how Wendy Darling drew her last breath? You saw the sweet, charming girl gracefully walking in her periwinkle bluse dress. But could you pierce through the walls of darkness of the depression and suicidal mess?
I am not the way I chitchat, nor attained the materials I discover, neither am I the substances I consume. I endure all the books I grasp ,I am the poems I portray staying up all night. The manner I walk endures who I am am.
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