I'm looking at a piece of glass
That freely dictates my life
How my legs are thick and gross
How my face is showing pores
Or the fat on my cheekbones
All I see are problems to get fixed
Rapidly, a day or week
I hide my soul behind my eyes
And show the world a fake, bright smile
And no one cares about my dreams, beliefs
Unless I'm pretty, smart or rich
And no one wants to see behind my tears
The passions that I have
Hopes or even fears
That's why I hide my heavy arms
That give the warmest hugs
My thick, gross legs
That keep me going through the day
But mostly my heart
That's never been understood by anyone
I better be a phantom in someone's perfect world
And a fighter in my story written word by word
To grow, to live and then die old
So I break the piece of glass
Even tho it hurts and bleeds
It'll just go when pain gets lost
I'll knit my injuries in knots
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