Mirror Mirror

Every single poem is about

being alone

I’m in my feelings

Fat and ugly

Home doesn’t even feel like home

I’m tired and hangry

even when I’m full

I can sit all day hoping

but my nights are always cold

I wake up feeling weary

knowing each day to just drag on

I can’t even rhyme 

my poem into a lovely song

I’ll choke before I lie

just as I’ll cry before I dance

I hate this fucking place

and all of the reflective glass

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