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Talking to the mirror

Talking to the mirror I hate it when I look at you, but that’s all I do I just look at you, I see you as me then I see you as nothing, you just make yourself seem to be important, you make yourself seem all tough and mighty, you make yourself believe that you are, but you're not. You hide behind a fake smile saying its yours but really its the masks, and even the mask looks sad too, cause you were shaking when you drew the smile, trembling thinking that it won't work and you were right, cause what idea made you think it would work, when the plan was to go out in the world to try to be happy, but all the world does for you is put you down, the world happens to make you feel less about yourself cause you never tried put value in. You never got off the ground and stood up, you blame the world that your weak when really you never eat, you look at your food then you throw it away, cause you have so much pain in your stomach that your body couldn't stomach it. You are never going to be the same, you just a loser, who fucks everything up. You hurt yourself, that’s why your mind plan tricks on you thinking that you're nothing. Just a problem. Just a math  problem no one likes, so no one tries to solve you. Now in your head you think the world thinks it's time to get rid of you. You push away helping hands thinking that you can do it on your own. Now you know you cant cause you tried standing on your own feet, but instead you're down on you knees. You can't save yourself even if you live depended on it. You can't do anything about it. Look at you talking to your own reflection, the reason why that is cause it's stronger than you, you think you could get sympathy from it, you think it would cry with you, you think that it would tell you that everything is going to be ok and that you will be alright. That he would give you a shoulder to lean on, but in reality it won't. He'll just laugh at you, he'll look at you in your eyes and see what you become. Just a man who never learns to stop doing the same mistake over and over again. You talk to the mirror for advice, but he just has nothing to say, why you ask? Cause he already said everything. The question you should ask is when are you ready to listen.    

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al Bikaadi

Seems you are channeling the late MJ king of pop... Love the last lines so much!

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Amos Manfield

Lol thats cool, and im planning to make a series for this one. 

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