I stare into the looking glass
to see what others see
brown eyes blond hair
but this isn't really me
no one sees whats under
this reflection of my skin
the don't hear my laughter
or see my faults, my lies, my sin
they cant see me as a girl
with thoughts and dreams and grace
they only see my reflection
just a girl. a pretty face
i look into the mirror
i look deep into my eyes
they are dark and entrancing
they are marked with bitter lies
my eyes are full of anguish
they are desperate and despair
my eyes mask the teardrops
and a world that isn't fair
i look into the mirror
and i see a fading bruise
a reminder of the angry nights
and the pain i cant refuse
the sun shines through the window
and it lights my golden face
i glance back at the mirror
then i look around this place
the walls they all stand firmly
and the floor is my support
my reflection looks so happy
but i feel i must abort
leave this room leave the lies
and the reflection of my hate
ill never be that perfect girl
i can now accept my fate
turning from the mirror
i find a shaving blade
i raise my wrist and feel the pain
as i begin to cut away
one last note you though
look in the mirror and you'll see
written in my bitter blood
"this is the real me"
