Every morning you stand infront of the mirror
looking at yourself
not the distorted image others see
but the real thing
the hate in the brow
the sadness in your eyes
your soul screaming for help
but there is no super man
you hate what you've become
this depressed
angry person
who knows shes screwed up
that others have helped to screw her up
that she could change
but shes to lazy to try
you see the imperfection
and know you will never live up to their expectations
which is all you ever would have wanted
you see a cold heart
a lost soul
a pitiful girl
you see a failure
you yearn to die
to leave eberything and everyone you dont have
you want to jump
everytime you walk over that bridge
its come to the point where any little mess up is enough of an excuse
you see the burns they cant see
that are usually hidden by 1,000 bracletts
which you never take off
not even in the shower
soon you will stop looking in the mirror all together
because everytime you do
you dont get to see the distorted images they see
you see the real thing
the real you
and you cry
because most of the time
you wish you were anyone
but you
