The Mirror


The person standing across from me,
Seems like a stranger, doesn't she,
Some fat, ugly, disgusting stranger,
Sometimes I just want to hang her,
What put these thoughts in my head,
Why do I want her dead,
Inside she is sweet and kind,
But I think she has lost her mind,
The person standing across from me,
The woman in the mirror is what I see,
She is unimportant, unloved, and unliked,
She is what's wrong with mankind,
The person standing across from me,
The woman hanging is what I see,
What did I do to her,
What did she do to me,
We did not do anything,
I'm this way because of you,
Will you all feel sorry tomorrow when you see the news,
I'm sure she will be there, Hanging,
I'm sure you will see her dangling,
It is a sad sight to see,
The woman in the mirror is me.

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