Beauty in the mirror,
Within lies horror.
The mirror speaks,
His approval I seek.
Within I am hollow,
The flow I follow.
Ihave no identity,
I only have my vanity.
I laugh within the crowd,
Inside I shout out loud.
They say they're friends,
They only follow trends.
A dream has more reality,
We only live for our vanity.
A doll is more alive than we,
And yet a doll we seek to be.
We are the real lies,
We live, our soul dies.
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