One look in the mirror.

How many times have I done this?
How many times? I've lost count.
Whenever I wanted to count.
I don't think I want to anymore.

There it is again, that look in the mirror.
I see myself this way, and I don't like it.
I hate it, I hate it so much.

What have I turned into? A lier.
No one ever sees this. It's not for them.
I will smile for them, be...nice...with them.
I will be...like them.

They say it will get better. Sure.
"Just move on," they say. Sure.
I wish I could. I want to.
I just wish I knew how.
I wish I knew how to do it.

Well, here I go...again.
One look in the mirror before I go.
One long look, longer every time.
Just to get my face straight.

OK, there, now they won't see.
Smile, all better now, right?
(swallow)No problems, right?
Yeah, good.
Now, open the door...