Ourselves through a mirror: Thoughts of the voiceless

Why am I not good enough?

I walk the lone hallways,
My head hung low,
My oversized hoodie covers the areas of
The me I dont want to show,

After a dreaded day of torture,
Watching others perfection,
I pull my shirt up,
And look at my reflection,

"Anorexic" "bones" and "ugly"
Are my only reply,
To the hideous body I am stuck with,
I'd rather just die,

"Why can't you be like her!"
Coming from my parents mouth,
"Its not that easy"
My mind shouts,

But my legs begin move,
Instead of my lips,
Made a B-line to my bedroom,
Till the bed hit my finger tips,

A few drops from the ocean,
Rolls from my eyes to my cheeks,
Then my real persona,
Begins to leak,

Its hard to be so perfect,
My voice mutters and coughs,
I softly whisper, but is a speaker to my thoughts,
Tell me why,
Why am I not good enough?

But I don't want to live like this,
In fear of myself,
Im only creating more issues,
Than what I have dealt,

To those who put me down,
Simply by unknowing,
The real self confidence,
Not only whats showing,

You cannot define my beauty,
By your magazine photoshops,
I need to believe I am beautiful,
Even better than "good enough"