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Funhouse Mirror

The mirror in my bathroom should show me what to see
But I think it must be broken that image can't be me.
The pimply face and hooded eyes topped off with frizzy hair
Along with more than fifty pounds that just should not be there.
The crooked teeth should crack the glass but it never seemed so strong
And every time I look in it, I find something new that's wrong
If I wanted, I could loathe myself for the way I seem to look
Luckily, I know something that lets me off the hook.

The mirror in my bathroom doesn't show me what's inside
It cannot hear my laughter or ask the things I've tried
The mirror doesn't know my heart or personality
It only shows my surface flaws but there is so much more to me
The mirror may not be my friend, but it's also not my foe
It can show me how I look, but my soul it cannot know

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