The girl in the mirror always wanting to differ.

Wanting to be slim , not wanting to suffer.

But that girl in the mirror, is not really me.

She is of my imagination, what I believe I see.

A distorted vision, always a lie,

Never the truth, but still I cry.

Wanting to be skinnier and smaller,

Striving to be prettier and taller.

The brain is deceitful and plays tricks on me.

It tells me who I should want to be. 

The girl in the mirror is sad and looks strange,

And I know that this is what I would change.