A young girl came home and looked in the mirror,
hate, lies and sorrow, she couldn't go further...

Untouchable to the lips, unhealable to the cure,
blinded by the light from death...

I hate my life,
I hate the way I am...

Touched, a moment in time,
I take a breath of air...

Why is it that I find my self in situations that...
Why, when I wake up in the mornings my vision is...

I hate sleeping,
I can't stand being awake...

In-destructive to the chain of thought.
she can't stand to think...

Whats expected of me, the world at my knees or...
Many words I no could be arranged on the paper...

One comment, adjusts the whole outlook of my...
despised from all around, hardened from man kind...

She stands alone, invisible to every one around,
In a hole different land, she cries for but her...

I can't stand the way I feel,
no self esteem and lack of confidence...

The figure in the mirror; sharp, bonny, brittle,
A mind run by the thought of images of gorgeous...