stranger in the mirror

sure I have a "pretty" face,
my clothes are new,
friends make it great,
my mind is a blur,
thoughts running through my head,
every time I blink I see a new list,
of why they hate me,
how I'll never fit in,
or all the reasons they pretend,
I sit here at night trying not to cry,
staring in the mirror til I believe it's all right.

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comparinggirlgirlhood

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