I stare in the mirror hoping to see, a smile on my face, no reflection of me.
All there is is a dull piece of glass, nobody there, I've already passed
Is this an ellusion, am I having a dream? There's nobody there, there is no more me.
People have taken my mind and my soul, leaving me nothing, no longer a whole
How do I stop this from going too far? From feeling the rage, from permanent scar?
There's not much left for me to do but express, 'Thank god, Thank God I'm not you!
Who could allow such pain and such hurt? Leaving me crying face dowm in the dirt.
Never again will I trust those I meet, or the ones that I know so full of Deceit
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