You are you
and I am me
why is that something we don't want to be?
People say I'm pretty,
they compliment my hair
so why do I feel that being me
isn't
really
fair?
I stare at the girl in the mirror
fixing up her flaws
but after every one she covers up
she feels the need for something more
Finally I'm flawless
but strangely I don't feel free
I just can't help but wonder
is this girl
really
me?
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