In the mirror there is a girl I know.
A mean girl that confidently picks on my features to shut me down.
And.. I let her.... I know I shouldn\'t but I can\'t help but listen. I know she\'s lying but I can\'t help to believe her. A reflection so cruel it shatters my ability to smile.. so I cry. Tears sting my eyes and stain my face, my mascara runs, and it ruins my makeup only for you to make it worse and ask what\'s wrong. \"I\'m fine,\" I say and I fake smile and \"confidently\" walk the line of life I want to end. You ask if I\'m sure and I ignore you when I shouldn\'t have.
Gradually the day gets worse as the girls at school hungrily pick at me as I starve myself. They eat up my happiness to boost their confidence. At the end of the day I go to the corner of my mind and repeat all they said to numb the pain as I cut the vein and bleed.
Outside the mirror there is a girl I know.
A shard of shattered glass.
A girl that needed a compliment to save her life but it was too late. She cut too deep this time, but it was deep enough to relieve her emotional pain.