I wish that I was made of clay.
I would make myself look just like her
You'd like me better right?
I'd mold myself with a smaller waist and better... Features
He'd like me much better. But would I?
What would I think? At least let me try.
Tearing away at myself, ripping and placing
The flesh in different places.
What does the mirror think? The freshly molded clay
Covering new places, but the mirror doesn't like it
The mirror thought she was beautiful before.
It's not the same. He likes it better, the perfect way I should be. But I don’t think I do.