Mirror, Mirror
on my wall
why can't I see
anything beautiful at all
why don't I see 1 thing I like
why does it make me
cut at night
ignoring comments
from passerby's
about the beauty I
hold inside
they're just sorry
they can't see
that pain and suffering
is what's inside me
but I'll pretend for their sake
that I'm beautiful
for a moment
to escape this hate
the hate that fills me from head to toe
the hate that makes me
feel at home
cause I'm not pretty
not even close
so I break this mirror
on my wall
and use it to cut
my wrists and thighs
