How Dare They


So many people tell me,
That I am pretty,
But do they hear,
What the mirror says?
They tell me these things,
They must be lies,
They do not see what I do,
Not when I look to the mirror.
They all claim knowledge,
Of what I endure,
But they don’t know me!
Not really.
They do not see the
Ferocious
Monster
I become when I am alone.
How dare they say I am pretty.
How dare they tell me that.

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