One Morning

I woke up one morning, 
Looked in the mirror, 
And didn't even recognize myself. 
Who is that girl 
With the dark circles 
And the dead eyes?
Who is that girl 
With the sickly white skin 
And flat hair?
Who is that girl 
Smiling back at me 
And why does that smile 
Make me feel ill?
And I wanted to make that thing go away.
I wanted to make her go away 
And never return.
I don't know her 
And I never want to.
I woke up one morning, 
Looked in the mirror, 
And didn't even recognize myself.


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