She hated her nose, her thighs
Her lips and her eyes
She acted her legs, her teeth
Her skin and her knees
She hated the mirror for showing the truth
She hated herself for wasting her youth
She hated the thoughts she had at night
She hated the way everyday was a fight
She hated the comments that people blurred out
She hated the glimpses of herself in the mirror her caught
She hated every single thing about herself
But it all ended that night at half past twelve.
