Prompt:

VERS 1.: The mimor's a stranger I dont want to face. A ghost in the glass, caugh in her own place. Her exes are to hollow, her smile-feels thin. And she wonders if shell ever let the light in VERS 2: I pull on my jeans. but they dont feel right. The world says Im wrong in the soft morning light. I count every flaw. every mark on my skin. Wishing I could be someone whos not caving in. REFRENG: I don't feel enough, not pretty, not strong Like the melody's missing, in my own song. Trysto hold on, but it feels so rough, When the weight of the world says 'm not enough.