I look at her,
She looks back.
Hatred in my eyes
When I see her look back.
Brown eyes pierce through mine
Disgust is my first thought.
Perfect is my instinct,
She does not meet it.
Blond, blue eyes,
that's what I want to see.
Perfect smile, perfect weight,
Those are the perfect traits.
Nobody will love you!
You are a horrible creature
She argue, She screams.
Tears come to her eyes,
Sobs escape her lips.
My own reflection is my worst enemy.
She looks back.
Hatred in my eyes
When I see her look back.
Brown eyes pierce through mine
Disgust is my first thought.
Perfect is my instinct,
She does not meet it.
Blond, blue eyes,
that's what I want to see.
Perfect smile, perfect weight,
Those are the perfect traits.
Nobody will love you!
You are a horrible creature
She argue, She screams.
Tears come to her eyes,
Sobs escape her lips.
My own reflection is my worst enemy.



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