A tear rolls down my cheek,
before I routinely cry myself to sleep,
Another session in the mirror,
Each time they seem to last longer.
Becoming more obsessive,
I’m getting more aggressive,
Screaming and crying, slicing myself,
No one dares ask, “what have you done to yourself�
I would get the knife to them,
the prefect ones, I don’t want to see them again,
I will lock myself away like Rapunzel,
And by myself I’ll unravel the puzzle.
Why is it that I hate myself so?
And that I keep my head down low?
Why is it I feel so lame?
And now, I will never be the same.
