I see this distorted image in my mirror
Is that really me?
I break down in tears
It's like I've become my own worst enemy
It gets harder to face the mirror everyday
I've become something strange
I feel like I make myself pay
With a feeling of being deranged
This reflection gives me chills
Because of the bulimia, alcohol, and pot
Because the anorexia, cigarettes, and the pills
By trying to be something I'm not
Years of trying to impress
Perfection was my goal
But it all gave me too much stress
And now I'm only partially whole
I've wanted to be better for too long
Now I don't know how to be
And so with all I do, I'm wrong
How do I be me?
