I have a weak core
I always feel the need for more
girls look and think they're fat
I could almost wish for that
**** you, mirror, you don't lie
you make both genders want to cry
a creation of ourselves
brings out all our inner hell
why did humans make this thing?
it makes us hurt, makes us grieve
it hurts me and it hurts you
it hurts all the others too
we cant run from ourselves
trapping ourselves in our own hell
accepting is wrong, though not hurts us too
oh, we all wish we could just get through
but when is perfect? when is enough?
soon addicted, we will become far too tough
tough against the outer world
the world we once greatly beheld
because many others think this way
and judge sometimes by our looks still today
we can never be free
jailed by who else but you and me?
don’t know where i was going with this, but meh. here's just another little ramble. yes, this is the original version. only edited one line. will be revising soon and making a final version shortly.
let me know what you think via post please. :)






