I look in the mirror and I see someone else,
I do not wish this,
Please.
I don't see my smile,
I see a pale face with a grim frown,
Too wide and such red lips...
Vampire like in the mirror,
How can I explain?
I see my shorts turn into gothic jeans,
And my top turns into a gothic robe.
I ask my Mother what I am,
She says she doesn't know,
I've always been strange,
But surely this is as far as it goes?
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