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in the mirror
Contributed by
ml03
on
Friday, 12th December 2003 @ 12:16:19 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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you say
i'm so beautiful
like i'm perfect
you act
like thats all that matters
that its what makes life
life
and you can't understand
why i'd want to change
or
all the insecurities
you just can't
comprehend
i look in the mirror
see every last
inperfection
notice every flaw
that isn't even there
i turn to the side
to see
if my stomach
sticks out
am i gettin' fat
it does
i suck it in
let lil out
till i see what i want
am i becomin' aneroxic
i think its just disstorted
no one even listens
they think its all a joke
but
its not
i think my stomach is gettin' big
but
i know
i'm not fat
but
it look that way
when i look
in the mirror
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ml03
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Re: in the mirror
(User Rating: 1 ) by Cobalt on
Friday, 12th December 2003 @ 12:21:58 AM AEST (User
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Yes, we are hardest on ourselves. I have found it is just better to ignore what I think of myself to a point and listen to others to a point... Good write. |
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Re: in the mirror
(User Rating: 1 ) by desertrose on
Saturday, 13th December 2003 @ 03:09:17 PM AEST (User
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I was down that path as a teen I almost died to :(
Rose
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Re: in the mirror
(User Rating: 1 ) by Wrybod on
Tuesday, 13th January 2004 @ 03:14:41 AM AEST (User
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I liked this. It made me realise how polite we all are to eachother and how hard we are on ourselves (at least you women are........on yourselves at least)
But the real problem is Satan in the form of the "Beauty Product Industry" nagging away at you all the time.
Excuse me while I go and write a nasty poem about them
bob |
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