I look in the mirror, and what do I see?
Ugly, fat, dumb, old me.
As I stare at my reflection, I wonder,
Are my inside as ugly as this carcass of outer?
Are these feelings of my hurts dramatic or real?
Is this hurt deep inside really the way that I feel?
Am I being stupid and dumb or making it up?
I feel almost friendless and about out of luck.
Through it all I cling to the past and abuse myself.
It was gone for a while and put up on the shelf.
But now it is back and stronger than ever,
Will I ever stop or will it continue forever?
