Narcissism and Self Loathing

Feel like I want to write about
A girl who hates her own skin
Sitting on a rock in a storm
Watching a wave come racing in

Or maybe about another girl
Who’s too numb to know what’s real
In the car or in her head
And one day she just lets go of the wheel

Maybe she’d step into the fire
Burning up slowly in her pain
Or maybe take some pills
Disappearing forever into the rain

Maybe she’d be sitting here
Same screen same old bed
When the phone locks
And what stares back is dread

Just a mirror image cracked
Separated by a break in me
Am I the watcher or reflection
A waste of light longing to be