Pretty smiles are nothing
And pretty words can
Only lead people astray.
I won't cover the petty truth for you
Don't try to make me feel bad
About my own shortcomings.
I know they are there.
And if you hold up a mirror,
So that I may see my image,
In hopes of frightening me,
Then be disappointed,
Because I know exactly
What I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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