Smashing Mirrors

The mirror tells me lies,

I want to feel beautiful on the inside.

So I take a piece and swallow it but it's only making me bleed.

Ripping into my throat,

You can't see that in a reflectional pose.

Quickly use my brain,

Smashing my head into the mirror

doesn't work the same.

Pain is beauty my mother use to say,

When she brushed my hair.

The mirror tells me lies,

A reflection of what I see,

I believe.

I guess that means it is up to me

To make myself feel,

That my beautiful is real.

And then do what I will

With that.

—S.g