The mirror is dirty
With growth and filth
Things that I could never Be
Even though I dream so deeply
Inside of my self
My soul screams ugly
When my mind screams beatuful
and how I would love to
Bust though this world
All that angers you
So do something
Don't be that little girl
that is going to sit and let it happen
Be the girl that
is going to bust through this mirror
and show them what you are made of
and let them know that
you won't be fooled again
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