Stuck
The grass is always greenerIsn't that what they say
It is the mirror that binds me
When will this torture end
Tunnel visioned, I hate myself
Her smile embodies happiness
while her mind plays tricks
Her skin is soft and sun-kissed
Yet she can't stand wearing it
Her closet continues to fill
while her heart remains empty
Choking on compliments
The world sees what she doesn't
The journey is terrifying
Unable to take the leap
I am stuck
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