When did you start having to pretend you liked me
When did your compliments turn from sincere to concealing
Did those sugary lies give you cavities as they passed your teeth
I can feel them stuck to me like sticky sweets
Pick, pull, scrape, wash
I can’t get them off
Pick, pull, scrape, wash
The mirror still reflects my flaws
I wish you had been clear with your expectations of me
I wish I hadn’t been so clear with mine
I wouldn’t have wasted our time had I known
Your praises were being used as a disguise
I guess sometimes the truth hurts too much
We feel we have no choice but to tell lies
Pick, pull, scrape, wash
I can’t get them off
Pick, pull, scrape, wash
The mirror still reflects my flaws
Strip and shower
Scrub and scour
Drip, drop, drip, drop
The water slips off…
But the mirror still reflects my flaws
I stare at an image that is bruised and scarred
A body that has been stretched and broken
Contours both soft and hard
An echo of a soul that is also marred
An imperfect body, an imperfect character
Adorned with a smile and bolstered with compassion
In hopes no one will notice
Maybe I wouldn’t have to grieve your absence now
If you knew from the start this was all a façade
That I portrayed an image of who I wanted to be
Instead of who I actually was
I guess sometimes the truth hurts too much
We feel we have no choice but to tell lies
Pick, pull, scrape, wash
I can’t get them off
Pick, pull, scrape, wash
The mirror still reflects my flaws