My mirror is my enemy
What I see doesn't seem to be.
How I see myself
Anorexia has blocked me
The real me I do not see.
Day after day
I stand there,
Analysing everything
The negative mind
And what it has to say.
So much time
I am robed
With the time I spend
Staring at my reflection
I over step that black line.
My Mirror
I can only see
this mirror
Doesn't seem to be.
