Pure
A lot of drama
Alone in front of the mirror
She has already written him the letter
but she doesn't dare
don't send it from
She knows she can give, can
love
but what if he
doesn't like her
Once again she puts up with it
/>Don't look
that penetrate her as if
she wasn't there
What did she do, why do you punish her like that
and all that's missing is, that he
She looks flawlessly skinny
Models
In high gloss that enraptures men
and crazy
She dreams herself in
Romance novels< br/>Sensual and beautiful, desired and
happy
She longs for closeness,
security
But she only seems acceptable as a
onlooker
Why can't anyone see her as she is
just with different eyes
But who can believe that miracles
will happen
And she stands alone again in front of
the mirror
And she cries helplessly
to herself
And she curses despondently - then
the anger boils up
This shitty life is really
mean
She's not a
Barbie doll
Her strengths are quiet,
hidden
The great ones, the really cool ones
never ask what she is doing, where
she is
The indifference and the
teasing
she always swallowed, never
digested
That She was worthless and in no way
lovable
at some point
she believed
and finally didn't trust herself to do anything anymore
And she's standing alone again
the mirror
there on the bus the other day, this boy
with glasses and not really
slim
He smiled nicely and he spoke to
her
She rejected him NO, many
Maybe he feels like her now
behind a closed room
And she stands alone again in front of
the mirror. ...

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