She looks in the mirror
Hoping to see something beautiful
But instead
She sees the emptiness she feels
She sees the bones poking out,
The cover up dry and crusty,
The clothes sliding off,
The fresh red marks,
And the old pink and white ones
She sees what she's done
What she thought she had to do
To make herself 'perfect'
She didn't see that she was perfect before
Before her no food diet;
Before the five layer make-up;
Before the blade cut skin;
Before the pressure became too much
