Mirror, Mirror

on my wall

why can't I see

anything beautiful at all

why don't I see 1 thing I like

why does it make me

cut at night

ignoring comments

from passerby's

about the beauty I

hold inside

they're just sorry

they can't see

that pain and suffering

is what's inside me

but I'll pretend for their sake

that I'm beautiful

for a moment

to escape this hate

the hate that fills me from head to toe

the hate that makes me

feel at home

cause I'm not pretty

not even close

so I break this mirror

on my wall

and use it to cut

my wrists and thighs