The Mirror and Me...

I stare at the person I see in the mirror and wonder
Is that really me?
Is that how I look?
Staring back at me is this girl
A girl with tears in here eyes as blood drips from her wrists
A knife in one hand and a loaded gun in the other.
I wonder is this me?
Is this my reflection or is this what I will become?
I look down at myself and all I see is fat
This giant gut and more zits then I can count
I look back at the mirror and at the girl
This time she is happy
With a pom pom in one hand
A degree in the other
She is different from the other girl
She is different from me
I donâ??t think this is me
She cant be she is skinny and has perfect skin
i turn my head
I look back and see myself just a simple reflection
I throw the mirror with disgust as I fall to the floor and cry
I want to be that girl
Not the one with the knife and gun
But the one with the pom pom and degree
I dont want to bleed and die
I want to look good and go to college
As I sit there crying I realized something
The girl with the knife is me
But so is the girl the pom pom
These are my choices I can be sorry for myself and cut
Or I can work harder and become that cheerleader
The girl with everything
Thats who I want to be
Thats who I will become I yell
as I stand up and look at the broken glass
through the pieces I can see
this perfect girl staring back at me
only this time she is waving
welcoming me into her world
and I know I have made my decision
I know I will be happy again.