typing out my soul | poetry book

Reflection

I stare at her,

Hatred in my eyes

Wishing she was dead,

Imagining her lifeless body.

The sight of her makes me gag,

Her disgusting eyebags,

Her terrible scars,

Her bony figure.

I want her blood to flow endlessly,

I want to see her eyes lifeless.

As I stare at her,

The girl in the mirror.