Two way mirror

\"Look at her she's beautiful,
She\'s got it all for sure!\"
\"Her smile is so bright,
For darkness she is the cure."

"Oh my god she's perfect,
That cow has all the guys!"
"Yeah she doesn't need to try,
For them she needs no disguise."

"She's got such pretty eyes,
And a nice body too."
"She's too nice to be real,
Too good to be true."

"She gives so much to friends,
Pours into them her heart."
She's perfect friend, perfect girlfriend,
No guy can tear her apart."

"Why can't we be like her?
Why is she so great??"
Guess we're meant to be alone,
Guess this is just our fate."

"This is bulls@@t,
This is so unfair!"
"Why does she have everything?
I bet she doesn't even care."

"God she's so fake,
What a little s@#t."
"She doesn't know how we feel,
She's never in a rut."

"I wish she would understand,
Just how we'd love to have her life."
"I wish she'd understand,
That our only friend is the knife."

Dear Diary today I got up,
And I was so full of joy,
Then I realised who I am,
And how I'm like a toy.

I lay in bed,
And thought with a frown,
Why bother getting up,
If I was just to fall back down.

I finally got up,
And heard the family yell,
'Yep,' I thought. 'I thought I was hot,
It's great living in hell.'

I looked at my wall,
And yes he was still there,
Smiling that little smile,
Back in the day when he did care.

I touched the photo,
And could feel him flinch away,
Suddenly it was all dark,
And he was not there to stay.

I went to the bathroom,
And looked at my reflection,
Who is the monster staring back?
Suddenly I'm moving in the opposite direction.

I put on some make up,
Covering all my flaws,
Dressing myself carefully,
Diving through my draws.

Plastering on my mask,
As I head to school,
Trying hard in class,
Only proving I'm a fool.

Diary my friends are crying,
Their life is so hard,
I tell them all the right things,
Buy them a special card.

They tell me I'm so perfect,
Yell that my life is great,
Then they offer me something to eat,
But I push away the plate.

Home time comes,
And I slowly walk out the door,
Can't wait to return to the prison,
Get my face pushed to the floor.

At home I hear the screams,
And again I have to make it better,
Then I drag my bruised body,
And read his old letter.

The tears run down my face,
The pain pounds in my heart,
How can you love someone,
Even when they tear you apart.

Dear diary I went to the mirror,
And a ghost looked back,
She reached between us,
And the glass cracked.

Blood sprouted from my arm,
And I pulled the glass out,
Then I felt relief,
As I felt the blood spout.

I wrote my name on the floor,
Dark, thick and red,
Here I found my sanctuary,
On my beautiful, bloody, death bed.

They say I have everything,
But they never see me fall,
So if nothing is everything,
Then yeah... I have it all.

*It's long I know, but it's how I kind of feel. Please comment if you can. Thank you.*