Look in the mirror
Hate what I see
Ugly and jealous
Looking at me.
Hate that I hate
What I see deep within
When I should be content
In my body and skin.
I wish I could write something
Not about me
I wish I could write more
Laterally.
I wish I could write without
Needing to rhyme
But I can't and I won't
So I'll end with this line.
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