Feeling good for a minute a day...
is barely enough to bear.
Walking to the mirror and seeing myself,
i'm ashamed of what i am.
Paranoid what other people say,
self-confidence lacking in spades.
I'm...
Unsatisfied, Unsatisfied,
why can't I be,
exactly what I want to be.
Why don't i get to chose my reflection,
and see what i want to see?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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