In the mirror constantly
Thinking to myself
Are these thoughts real
Or do I need help?

Desperately wanting
That perfect body
I sometimes think
My insides are rotting

I'm trapped inside
It's a secret within
To act so normal
It's all pretend

I want these thoughts
To leave my head
Sometimes I think
I'd be better off dead

Sometimes I pray
God will give me cancer
Then take my life
But that's not the answer

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