Staring into your reflection
Removing the “I” from it’s illusion
Contemplating what you have been
You are horrified by what you’ve seen.
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You keep asking; “Is it real?”
That you wanted to vomit your last meal
a merely product of world’s ordeal
to make you feel you’re normal
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Your true face, you can’t see
The one who is real and pretty
It is covered by too much vanity
Your self you cannot identify your rarity
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In this world you try to “Fit”
The sexy standard you are trying to meet.
You’ve avoided eating your favorite
To be part of this land’s beauty fleet.
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In the mirror you are looking
Have you counted what you’re losing?
Are you mindful of what is already missing?
Oh, it’s just your identity that’s simply fading.
Hiraya ni Paraluman 