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Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again

The Distraught Beauty
They say I'm beautiful. One of a kind. Everywhere I go I hear the same thing. Stunning, gorgeous, exotic.. I try to believe it. I really want to. To be everything they say, everything I hear.
Why then, when I look in the mirror, I feel lied to? The reflection staring back at me isn't this drop-dead beauty; it's ugly. Where others see a body sculpted by gods, I see an unfit mess. Where my dazzling eyes should be are pools of pale color.
Am I just the homely creature I see everytime I stand before a mirror, or are my eyes just playing a sick game with my mind?