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My Worst Enemy
These Eyes change Colors
This Hair changes it's form
Hell hath no furry like a mirror's scorn
Eyes to Cut glass
And Lips that are chapped
I want you to kill me and tell everyone you did
Nails are chewed
and Knuckles are bloody
These arms are scarred
And this Mind is ugly
Look at yourself
and your pale white skin
You don't even have to try,
To get a guy like him
This confidence is fake
It hides the girl
Whos hiding in the shadows
Overwhelmed by the world
This insecure image
Is too cliche to be real
But I cant help but look
I can't help but feel
that I'm just not good enough,
Too Ugly for words,
I will never be as pretty as those magazine girls
I will never be myself
I dont want you to see
Every little imperfection
There is to me
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Comments
InsanishVikkiXD Says:
That awesome! You know, this title reminds me of one of P!nk's songs O.o Yeup about her and the person in the mirror. Anyways, great poem! ^^
~Vikki
Soluna Says:
I love the poem. And I don't see why you wouldn't get along with the mirror... ^-^
Kotoe Says:
This poem is so beautiful and a person can relate to it really well. The way you've expressed it is so well done and I really love it. *favourites it* Very beautiful work Atari-san!
italy fox Says:
Mirrors are pretty evil..
sishkabob Says:
Makes me think of science class we are working with mirrors, and I hate it. I hate my reflection at school, but I don't mind it at home(although even then I do occasionally hate it). Faving it