I look into the mirror,
outlining my eyes,
pretending I still recognise
the girl that peers back, blinking
in the glass.
She looks at me
with all the pain in the world
trapped in her eyes,
as I try to edit out her imperfections
so she can be the girl
that everybody wants her to be.
I turn away from the mirror
with a twang in my chest,
my smile painted on
as carefully as my lipstick.
YOU ARE READING
still surviving
PoetryA collection of poems and diary entries from the diary of a girl with mental illness. These are the words unspoken, the raw reality of fighting against your own mind in the battle for recovery. Some content may be triggering for some readers, partic...
