Blinking eyes,
Smiling lips,
Splayed out hands
Upon her hips.
Her life is great,
She can't be beat.
She's like perfection
And I can't compete.
Tearing eyes,
Saddened face.
A lonely girl
Without grace.
The second girl
She is me.
My heart is hidden
So no one can see.
My life's not great
But at least I'm free.
From a life of lies
But that's just me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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