I wake every morning and scream for 15 minutes, so
the world might know I'm here.
I look around the house to make sure I am alone. I look in the mirror
and I see you combing my hair the way I hate.
Why do I always see you. I hate you. Go away. Throw away your mirrors
so I don't have to see you any more.
I try to hide but when I sneak a look there you are.
Before I can get away you take control and look or I should say stare
at me and you always win that contest.
So I sit here and wait for the day when you get too tired to lead and
pass the power over to me the One on the other side that hates the way
you comb my hair.
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