This Just Isn't My Day

I run to the bathroom
makeup lines staining my face
just another day in hell
filled with hate and pain

I need to be alone
so i hurry and slam the door
I quickly lock the lock
and turn to face the mirror

awful thoughts flood my mind
as i stare at the mess in the mirror
"Do I know you?" I ask
"you're so far away, so why do you seem so near?"

the girl stares for a few moments
and then she starts to speak
"No, I do not know you, and I honestly do not care,
"go away now, you don't belong here."

I can barely even talk
all I manage is a small "OK"
a lump forms in my throat
as I decide she's right, i shouldn't stay

I look around for the scissors
which will assist me in this task
but they're no where to be found
I need to find something fast

I rummage through all the cabinets
and finally find a razor
but as I begin to tear it apart
there's a knock on the door

I quickly look up from my project
and my brain switches back to reality
"I'm about to take a shower!"
I yell, my voice full of worry

All i hear is a frustrated sigh and "Whatever"
as my brother walks away
I slide down the wall and sit on the floor
this just isn't my day

*not ALL true....but parts of it are...i was sitting in class and i was thinking and it sort of came to my mind....I know it's not good and a lot of people use the reflection in the mirror thingy but oh well....I'm open to suggestions....votes/comments are VERY appreciated =)*