glass

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There is always
A smile brighter
Eyes prettier
Body tinier
And hair shinier

My skin is made of glass
With the way people see through me
I'm here
Right here

Secretly wishing you see me
As I see you
But there's always another

Another smile
A prettier face
Lithe body
And the sparkle that never seems to be missing.

I will always be made of glass
Seen
But always seen through

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