I own a broken mirror,
It's my reflection I despise,
The cracks make it beautiful,
My scars make me wise.
I clench my teeth as I smile,
In the mirror it looks distorted,
I've learned to mime quite well,
It looks okay, real... sort of.
My clothes are loose and airy,
My mind clouds and turns dark,
I won't let you see my body,
My skintone white and stark.
I keep my words very limited,
My voice is kept quite low,
I don't want you to look at me,
My clumsiness makes a show.
My demons tell me I'm worthless,
In my head I'm only a joke,
I convince myself I know nothing,
This is who I am. I'm broke.
