depression hatred mirrors
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Mirror, mirror in my hand,
Why can't you understand
That you show me everything but what I want to see
And who I want to be
Mirror, mirror on the table
How will I ever be able
I look into the mirror
Confused and blue.
Where is the girl that I once knew?
She is hiding
Deep
Underneath my skin
What I wouldn't give
To see her again.
She is bubbly
Curious
Her green eyes are blue if you look closely enough.They’re flecked with rust.There’s no irony in the factHer eyes are greener when she cries.She cries for no reason though, and I resent that.
