Disorderly Complicated

I wake up feeling better then I did yesterday, because it’s a work in progress. I've been trying to head myself in the right direction but I’ve been torn down by glimpses of my own refection. So, try looking at that, try facing that without fear. I wouldn’t expect you to understand what I hear. It’s all in my head but it gets under my skin. Its wearing me weak, not strong enough, I'm deadly thin but can’t stop, it’s my control, you don’t know, only heard. The mirror, it breaks me, and it don’t even say a word. Thats because we never see "beautiful" because we are so busy trying to create "beautiful". Since I can't get to where i want to be, every act to change passes me by when I look at myself through a mirrors eyes.