Reflection.

I look in the mirror
I hate the girl looking back at me
shes so full of fear
eyes so red
face so pale
because inside she is dead
nails chewed down to the skin
scars all over her arms
there is nothing within
hair all in a mess
just like her life
wanting to live is something she wants less and less
you'd think that the girl with a smile on her face
wouldn't think herself as nothing
as a big emotional disgrace
she hides behind her depression
just trying to make
a good first impression
the girl on the outside that you see
i hate her
Why does she have to be me?