Mirrors

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So much hate
don’t know where it’s from
I look in my own eyes,
my own eyes penetrate my soul,
but can’t even see what’s behind
such a hard hard shell
and my eyes pierce through my heart
and shatter it into thousand pieces.

It’s like I’m the villain
in my own body
so much evil these eyes hold
so much hate these eyes throw
like spears ripping through
the soul that is my own
spears tearing, spears slashing
the soul of an innocent child
the soul of my own, crying
wondering what she did wrong
Oh my poor innocent child
Oh my pure, innocent child.

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