Through the glass,
she sees a person she hates.
A big pile of ugly mass;
a twisted game of fate.
The person never forgives and never loves;
a person unfamiliar with kisses and hugs.
The ugly personality
matching an ugly face.
She's losing a sense of reality
within this dark place.
Nothing more than ridicule bait.
She can't seem to blame the media
for making her dislike her weight.
She hates what she's become,
but nothing can be done.
She can't turn back the past,
though she wishes she could.
Everything just seemed to happen too fast.
She wanted to be liked-
anyone would.
As morning draws nearer and nearer,
a girl torments herself through the mirror.