I look into the mirror
In the dim moonlight,
That fills the small room
Carpeted from wall to wall,
The same walls
That have witnessed my
Slow spiral into insanity,
From the accumulation
Of long sleeves,
To the scale
That i stepped on once,
And constantly ever since.
And as i stare into the mirror,
I see it shows me
A withered girl,
With crazy hair
From my hands pulling at it
As if i were trying to hang on
To sanity,
It shows me the lines on my
Sunken face,
And my darkened eyes
That have lost all hope,
It reflects the tears
That glisten in the moonlight.
It sees what truly is,
Not what others see
