I don't look at my reflection, I look through it.
I don't know how they do it.
Dreaming of overcoming insecurities.
I've called myself words I'm ashamed to repeat.
Flaws start above my head and end beneath my feet.
Only when awake. I'm perfect in my sleep.
My reflection doesn't break mirrors. It breaks me.

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