I stare at the girl in the mirror,
Barely registering reality.
The mirror is shattered,
The million sharp shards lie still,
Waiting to be used.

I gather the pieces slowly,
My blood is free to dance,
Droplets raining on my skin,
Lost my self-control.

I stare the girl in the mirror,
Empty, pale and weak.
I hate her,
I despise her,
I wish she could die.
I don’t recognize her,
Yet I know why she thinks of suicide all the time,
She stares back at me with those haunted eyes,
With one piercing look she sees through my lies and I know its okay to cry.

I stare at the girl in the mirror,
She lives as if she doesn’t care,
But I know that inside she’s screaming,
For one word;
Help.
But no one really cares.
There are so many questions I needed to ask her;
Who are you and who am I and what have I become?
Once upon a time I knew her,
A long time ago she was different,
Now I don’t even recognise her, not anymore,
I don’t even know myself.

She is my enemy, I am her love,
Her word is law and my will is dust
She watched me break down the countless nights of torture,
It was her idea that caused the dizzy spells everyday.
I suffered sheer agony at the dinner table every night,
While she was always there watching me do what I was told.

I close my eyes and shudder,
My trip down memory lane is over,
The girl in the mirror,
A creature of hate,
I knew her very well,
The girl in the mirror.
She’s skin and bones,
An illusionary perfection of the mind,
Anorexic beauty of herself,
We are one, forever entwined,
Too lost to be saved.
The destructive and insane girl in the mirror,
Who I hate so much,
Ironically enough is me.

 
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