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There are days when the mirror tells me I'm pretty, 

but most of the time it just makes me feel s****y.

I don't fit societies standards

So they've degraded me with heartbreaking slanders

Photoshopped pictures of size zeros

Plague magazines with false heroes.

Stuck in a life the world has condemned, 

the compliments mean nothing when the insults outweigh them.

Too many lives lost to the sorrow

From bullies who don't care if you have a tomorrow.

"F****t, go kill yourself" is the trend of the young nation.

This is how we've raised the next generation.