To be seen as the world sees me,
I shudder in horror,
my image warped and skewed.
Looking in the mirror,
a stranger stares back.
Her skin more rugged and red,
teeth bucked and chapped,
eyes blue and sunken.
If I had to wake up,
be this person everyday,
I might kill myself,
cut off my ugly facade.
Walking down the street,
head held high,
people stop and stare.
I lie to myself,
pretend it's my beauty.
Not the way my ass follows behind me,
or the clothes I wear.
At first glance you only see the surface,
the way I don't match society.
Look deeply,
you'll see my demons,
tearing at my skin to escape.
I don't understand why people love me,
befriend me, help me.
Even my family is embarrassed,
as am I.
For I am conscious of my imperfections,
fully aware that I don't fit in.
I see myself as the world sees me,
my blank eyes look the other way.

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