Mirrow mirrow
On the wall
Who's the bitchiest
Of them all
Superficial
Artificial
I'm on a state of criticism so critical
That begins to be physical
And aches my psique
Reflections of your home
On your way of talking
I try to think calmly
So I don't speak monsters
Eye by eye
Everyone cries
But I don't just cry
I create tears on my mind
Tears that mean so much more
Than simple thoughts and words
It's within my inner core
And it's burning my soul
Slowly consuming
My joy and happiness
I sometimes speak less
Than what I'm thinking
It would be so depressing
If I spoke what I think of others
Who gave me the instruction
To create so much destruction
On ideas lacking on construction
Was it on an institution?
Or produced by my own intuition?
I will classify
Though first I should verify
Where is your city
If is low I shouldn't feel pity
If is high I shouldn't ask for charity
For I have the capacity
To understand and clarify
The true reasons and reality
I sometimes expect
That this thoughts begin to extend
All around my heart and chest
I should always respect
Even if you don't follow the trends
There's no doubt on it
I feel sometimes
That I'm committing a crime
I even believe in lies
Just because of my eyes
Find only the terrible facts
I wish to change
For me right now
For my future self
And for my old self as well
If this route I take
I will commute alone
And nobody will understand
That I'm not a bitch on the inside
Sometimes I think of myself
Being high on a shelf
It turns out I'm just inside my shell
Living on my own hell
Invisible as I am nobody can tell
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