The image of me
I look in the mirror and what do I see
I see this image of who is me
This woman I see cannot be me!
The image I see looks worn and torn
It can't be me!
But when I look very deep inside,
I see a woman that's tormented inside
Once I was pretty and vibrate with glow
Now all I see is a woman I don't know
This reflection if me I don't want to see
So sad and alone inside of me
What I see is someone looking at me
Who is this person I often see?
This is the woman I don't want to be
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