Stop acting like a mirror,
Glancing over my error:
My flaws and insanity,
Even my pale vanity.
Stop acting like an angel,
With color of corn kernel.
Seems you need more stronger bleach
Before you dress like a witch.
Stop acting you’re an old owl
With wisdom of crown of all,
That all mistakes hate you most
And only I have my worst.
But I’d rather have a flaw
And I’ll keep my mind shallow,
Than to be a dramatist
Of a vague movie release.
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