I can’t tell the truth about my reflection,
Whether I see the true me or what covers my real self
What I see in the mirror looks not like what I feel inside
I see beauty in the mirror, while inside I feel a killer,
I feel something broken, something that needs a pillar

I see the truth about my appearance, the good looks
Inside I feel the ugliness, the wickedness
I wish to remove the blanket that covers my true self,
I want to open my inside, let everyone open my true shelf
I want their eyes to see the deceit that’s been hidden for so long
I want them to see the lies locked with a rusted key in my heart

I wish they could open my skull and access my thoughts,
See the truth about my mind, rather than listen to the lies of my mouth
I wish they’d see how fast my heart beats every time I tell a lie,
How I hold my breath and hope they don’t see the truth

I wish they’d hear the whispers in my mind,
The whispers that always speak to my mind
The whispers that always say it’s okay to do wrong,
But then remind of the right I should’ve done

I wish someone could remove my skin
And show what’s hidden under it, the real me
I wish someone could see the broken me
I wish they could see the dying me
I wish the reader could hear me

I wish…someone could help me

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