A better life they call it
a chance to help her grow...

With scissors in her hand
she argues with herself...

A reflection of imperfectness
consumed in horrid fat...

Your pants won't fit
your shirts they shrink...

I'm looking in the mirror
and I'm hating what i see...

Twas the night before Christmas
and all through my head...

*weeping for the silent cries*
In the quiet of your womb...

Tear drops quickly fall
they scatter to their place...

There's pain that is unspoken
streaming down my face...

I have to tell you something
that most of you may know...

When i look in the mirror
something scary always looks back...

Brokenly i sit here
finishing this cut...