I try everything I can,
I change my hair,
And I go through outfits yet I fall into despair,
I look in the mirror and realise the truth --- I hate how I look .
I don\'t like how my hair frames my face,
I look in the mirror and feel pure disgust,
I was fine before, then I fell from grace,
I\'ve started struggling again; another one bites the dust.
I don\'t like how my body looks, I think I look too thin,
But at the same time, I possess a violent fear of gaining weight,
The scale has become my enemy,
Before eating I\'ve started to hesitate.
No matter what I do , there\'s always something in the mirror that I think looks wrong,
Compliment are starting to feel like twisted lies,
I can\'t get myself to believe them,
Now looking too long in the mirror feels like torture and I fall into demise.
I look in the mirror picking at every flaw I find,
And I can\'t get myself to stop even though I want to,
It\'s like I\'m not even looking at myself anymore in the mirror,
It\'s someone else entirely and I hate how she looks.
I think to myself, \"maybe it\'s not that bad\",
But I don\'t believe that,
And even if I do , there\'s always a mirror, always a reflection, lurking, waiting to prove me wrong,
And all of a sudden I\'m back where I started.
I spend hours looking in the mirror,
Trying to fix whatever is wrong,
I feel sick to my stomach looking at my picture,
Because after all, pretty Isn\'t Pretty Enough.