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musicalangel659

Published: Dec 9, 2011

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I stare at my reflection
Unmoving,
Barely covered,
Watching my every move
My every awkward move
I don't know this girl
The girl with blue eyes
Dull with pain
The girl with brown hair
That puffs out because of
Thickness
The girl with no makeup
To hide her true feelings
She stares back at me
Hugging herself close
She looks uncomfortable
Within her very own skin
Hip's are uneven, I think
My nose scrunching as I
Hold my stomach
I look fat
I sigh, Staring anywhere
But the body in front of me
A large scar on my chest
I try to hide every day
Barely there, But it still remains
I fake a smile, My hands wrapping
Around my petite waist
"I'm Beautiful" I whisper
A voice low, Hoarse,
Not believing a single word
That comes out of my mouth
I look away< my brown hair
Brushing my pale skin
I'm too pale I frown
My lips purse, while thinking
Whats so good about me?
I shiver slightly
A cool breeze caressing
I can stand it no longer.
I turn, and hold myself
close
Disgusted
at who I appear to be
This stranger.

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