You: “What do you see when you look in the mirror?”
Me: “Well…
I see a girl with too many curves,
A smile so empty it hurts…
I see a girl in comfortable clothes
With scars on her wrists
And bloodstains on her sleeves.
I see a girl whose eyes are dry
Because she has no tears left to cry.
She hides behind smiles,
Clothes and bright colors,
Pretty things to mask the pain.
This girl has the looks to attract guys
But for the wrong reasons,
And she lacks what it takes
To attract the right ones.
I see a girl who is tired;
Tired of being used,
Tired of hiding what she feels and who she is.
I see a girl who is tired of living.”
You: “I don’t see that looking at you. Why do you think you do?”
Me: “Well, it seems to me she would be easier to see in a broken mirror…”