I'd like to rport my mirror for telling lies the flasehoods it shows pasted on my mind im pretty im smart a princess, im cool you can see it too it does to my head and stays framed in my mind im stunning and gorgeous and one of a kind im a stunning specimen a ethereal goddess look at me and my hair toss my nails, lips, and teeth but it's all catching up to me i'll never be that kind of pretty the kind that turns heads in the streets the kind that makes someone believe in angels and heaven cause i'm just me pretty; sure, but the mirror tells lies because my mirror doesn't see her face it doesn't see her walk in that room because im not pretty when she's in the room I'm normal and plain as could be because who am i next to her beauty next to her words next to her man screw me. im alone and sad and me i dont want to be me i want to be her i want to be loved and smart and cared for and kind and pretty.
until the ink spills
—Scarlett
ps. yes im fine. i wrote this while crying one day, so a little extreme i know. but i am fine.