Sun, 01/19/2014 - 13:45 -- KAVELLA

Looking in the mirror 

Hoping to see clearer.

All I see is bad,

It's making me mad.

I have to put on makeup,

Right when I wakeup.

Im trying to reach perfection

Why do I have such a bad complexion? 

I think i look too fat,

My hair is too matt,

I have to fix it all

Before I start to bawl. 

In hopes i can look like those girls in magazines

Then I can finally be pretty.







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