Shattered image

The image in the mirror
haunts me everyday
i try to be the girl
that everyone loves
that everyone thinks is beautiful
that every guy wants
but i cant
and I'm not
because when i look in the mirror
i hate what i see
i see a girl
who hides her pain
behind cuts
and her sexuality
i see a girl
who is afraid to show the real her
for fear that people will know
her secret
that people will judge her
that people will leave her
i see a girl
who wants to be perfect
and loved by everyone
but always comes up short
from the expectations
i see a girl
who hates who she is
who would do anything to be someone else
who wants to change so much
about herself
her personality
her image
her life
i see a girl
who isn't the real me
and i hate that the real me cant come out
of its hiding place
its stuck
in a dark corner
a l o n e
dying to get out
wanting more than anything to get out
but she cant,
shes stuck in the barriers
of her dark, hurt soul
and theres no coming out
until the other me leaves
i hate what i see
as i look in the mirror
so i grab a knife
and throw it as hard as possible
at the mirror
s h a t t e r i n g what i see
shattering like my heart
and i smile
because i no longer
let what the mirror shows
define myself
and now,
the real me
can come out of its corner
and shine