I look in the mirrior and what I see,
is a monster, the person isnt me.
It's covered in makeup and expensive clothes,
it has silly ribbions hairties and bows.
My reflection says I'm happy perfect and true,
but truth be told I'm lying to you.
If you look past the reflection of see,
you might get to know the real me.
I'm not happy inside I'm acually sad,
I'm hurting confused and kind of mad.
Please, you must look past the reflection you see,
and find they real me that's trying despratly to break free.
I don't really care about my hair,
and I don't give a second thought to what I wear.
So if you look past my reflection you will see,
a whole different side of me.
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