Shattered Appearance

I look in the mirror and see a faded reflection lacking appeal
Some days I wonder if the skin I'm in is even close to real
I hate the way my clothes bunch up, and sag, nothing fits quite right
I hate the way I look, and act, I hate my broken sight

I breathe as best I can, given the circumstances I've acquired
Beautiful is what I want to be, at least somewhat desired
But nothing is what nothing does, that's all I'll ever be
A waste of space, a waste of time, broken humanity

This smile is so forced and fake, my lips are white and pale
The taste of blood inside my mouth is rotten and stale
Sharpened objects peel apart my skin and let my insides crawl
Only then do I feel perfect, when I'm back against a wall

I hate the way I feel tonight, I hate pain of heated betrayal
These scarred over wounds will reopen to become fatal
My eyes are blood shot and sealed shut with tears and lies
Every time I look into reflecting glass a part of me dies

Fisted hands and clenched up jaws show anger I won't release
Breathe in deeply, slowly, as I hope for the pain to cease
Wrinkled eyebrows and blinking lashes hold back tears
From the face that's old and aged through passing years

I'll make it to tomorrow if I can just sleep through the night
Pillows up around my head, covers on me tight
Take in the reality, my perspective on my broken form
I'll watch my lifeless body get tossed through life's storm