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Description
I look in the morror and I frown at what I see. This hidious person, this image of me.

This imperfect form, a joke in most eyes,
full of deseption, hate and despise

Lost and alone, in a world of perfection,
never making the cut, or being in the selection.

ALways without friends, to stubborn to cry,
accepting no help in a world full of lies.

In constant pain, to afraid to speak,
always feeling so stupid, worthless and weak.

With only writings to hide what i feel,
I walk through my world, helpless and unreal.

With eyes as cold and dark as myself,
and a lonesome look, unsuspecting of help.

I look in the mirror, and i frown at what i see,
this hidious reflection of who i dont want to be.

Description
I look in the morror and I frown at what I see. This hidious person, this image of me.

This imperfect form, a joke in most eyes,
full of deseption, hate and despise

Lost and alone, in a world of perfection,
never making the cut, or being in the selection.

ALways without friends, to stubborn to cry,
accepting no help in a world full of lies.

In constant pain, to afraid to speak,
always feeling so stupid, worthless and weak.

With only writings to hide what i feel,
I walk through my world, helpless and unreal.

With eyes as cold and dark as myself,
and a lonesome look, unsuspecting of help.

I look in the mirror, and i frown at what i see,
this hidious reflection of who i dont want to be.