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Dear you,

I’ve seen you on TikTok

and all over my Instagram page

every single day

I keep on finding flaws

that don’t exist

and maybe it’s to boost my own self-esteem

because ever since a young age

I’ve been told

not to compare myself to other girls

But other girls don’t look like you

you’re perfect and it’s killing me inside

And I can’t hide the pain I’m feeling

my insecurities are a real thing

And my envy reflects like a broken mirror

and stepping on the shattered glass

it’s like knives in my back

but it’s not your fault you’re pretty

because all of us know that you

cry and bleed

and you don’t think that you look good

so you post selfies every day

to get praise

you act like you’re a gift

but you’re just a broken doll

selling yourself

so that you can get all the new nice things

that you could ever want