In the woods
of lost souls
I see a girl who is traped
in a swamp of self hatered
because the image
that looks at her in the mirror
does not meet up to
her own standards
she is victim
of the mind's eye
that has been taught
by her care giver
to accept nothing
less then perfect
So she is cursed to drown
in self pity and hate
until the day that time sands still
and she is judge by mercy
from a being who is perfect
in every single way
that is able to see
that somewhere in the pool
of enternal saddness
beats the heart
of a sweet and beautiful young girl
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