a minute after midnight

TO LOVE ME

Didn't like how the dress clung so tight, bulging at places

So I tore it off n cut some of me off myself

In hopes that this time when I wear it, it will fit like a glove

But alas the face in the mirror was too unsightly to look at

So I took a hammer and straightened my bumpy nose

And popped these acnes as they were gross

This time when I stood in front of the mirror

It looked too bloody to be sane

I rushed back n wiped it off and put some powder on my face

To make it shine and glow as they say

And again I went to the mirror to see but in vain

The hair was too dry this time ,so I came back in pain

And again n again and day after day I would run to the mirror to see

Which part of me was too unsightly?

And I would cut and repair and cover and hide

so I could reach the perfect image for which I stride

Years past when I see myself now there is not much left of me but a lots of how

How did I become like this?

When did I lose all of me?

'cause I can't recognize the figure standing in front of me

I am everything I strived for but have nothing of me

Skinny, white and pale like a porcelain doll

One touch and I would scatter

So this time I didn't run back to fix anything , I just sat there and cried