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I've had a hard time, With my reflection. You think I don't suit it, But I think I'm broken. The fingerprint smudge, On the family portrait, But I guess someone has to be, The disappointment. Poor life choices, And lying through my teeth, 'Cause I could never let you know, That I can't afford to eat. I know exactly what I looks like, I've just wasted 20 years, But I can still make you proud of me. I was just a kid. I knew no different. I remember, The splinter on the wooden door, Of my old bed room. Surrounded by so many like it, But still completely different. But you don't look at life like me, I never see just another face, I'm obsessed with their stories, And memories. But I admit, I wish I knew just how to change. I'm sick of feeling, So fucking ashamed in my own skin.