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Name:momo

Age: 15

Height: .....i forgot....(taller than my mom)

Weight:142

Love:i have none

teh is meh
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i was sick because i put myself under so much stress so i wrote this poem....well enjoy!


Mirror,
reflects what it sees
but what stares at me
when i look in the mirror
is not me.
Stareing back at me,
a girl,
trying to be
something,
she could never be.
A fake smile,
a fake laugh
contains her true emotions.
The tears run down her face,
tears of griff,
as if she had lost something,
somethig dear to her.
Now i see the girl,
hiding under her mask,
shy,
uncertain,
uneasy.
Her boyfriend missing
from her side.
Does he like her,
for her looks,
or for who she is,
on the inside?
Do her friends,
like her fake self,
or her shy self?
Does her family hate her,
for her image,
or her true self?
Will the mirrow,
ever show,
my true self?






one more day?
easy for you
you have a plesent life,
a family that cares,
about you
friends that actualy
like you for you
but only imagine
the oposite
could you live
in my shoes?
could you last
one more day?
could you keep
from going insane?
could you handle
parent waiting for
you to disapere
wishing that you
were never born
for you only bring
shame and discrace?
could you handle the
treats of your life
comeing to an end?
could you handle
the prusure of life?
could you servive
in my shoes
for one more day?