I
will never
be good enough.
How often does that lie echo in your brain?
Even when your friends make
mistaKes,
You love them
all the same.
I
hate
myself.
Why is it so hard to love yourself as you are?
You’re a hypocrite
preaching the golden rule.
Your friends wouldn’t recognize you
if they knew how you spoke to the mirror.
I’m
disgustingly
ugly
How could you say that?
They wouldn’t recognize
the person you see either.
For they only see their friend–-
beautiful, and perfectly imperfect.
I
hate
what I see
What if they knew what you saw?
They just might cry.
It would bring them to tears—
to know
you’re preaching lies.
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