there's a frame, by the bed
painted blue.
in the frame, looking in,
is my sister.
I see her every morning,
and every night.she gets in the way of seeing myself.
she tells me I'm stupid,
she tells me I'm ugly,
that I'll never find love.
she tells me her truth
is the only real one,that I shouldn't listen to the rest.
then one morning, he was there,where my sister couldn't get to.
it changed me.
I told my sister, next time I saw her,
to get out of the way.
she did.
and I am beautiful.
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