I hang carefully in your bedroom,
I see everything.
I am not sadistic like they describe me,
I am only honest.
I watch you stare at me,
You rely on my opinion over all others.
Your eyes beg me to tell you if you're good enough.
I just show you what I see.
You plead to me on your knees,
tears streaming down your innocent face.
Am I pretty?
I can't tell you what I see, I can only show you, so I do.
Your soft curls hang around your face as your head turns away.
You hate me.
Or maybe you just hate yourself.
But if I could speak,
I would tell you that you are so much more than what you see.
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