I look up at the reflection, 
Beaneth the shiny stone, 
Sadened by my thoughts, 
In the world, i feel  alone! 
What this reflection shows, 
Is different and strange, 
Its not the person it used to be, 
How could i of changed! 
Dull and lifeless eyes, 
Stare at me so ashamed, 
A sad and empty mind, 
A heart full of defame! 
What do people see in me, 
Im just a brocken heart, 
Nothing more than life could be, 
This life is torn apart! 
So as i stop and stare, 
At what i have become, 
I hate what i see back, 
Useless, disfunctioned, Ugly, scum!                
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