I put on my makeup like war paint because in this world to do much you must be beautiful.
Yet to be beautiful you must fight a war. You must count calories and steps like enemy bodies.
You must be as skinny as paper so you can fly away from words shot like bullets. To get a guys attention you must be the definition of the the ever changing meaning of perfect.
Yet just like in war you may just die trying to win...

Take the mirror away from me, for is the way I point out my flaws. Take the mirror away from me, because when I look at myself I point out everything that is wrong with me. It's taunting me to believe what you say is a lie. Take away the mirror because it tells me bad things. Take it away because it tells me things like "you're too ugly to wear that" "you're too fat for that" "no one likes a whale as a friend" "no one wants to be around you" "no one likes you" The mirror is ruthless to its victim. Take it away because I'm sadly the new victim. It's taking a hold of me dragging me down with every word that's said to me. Take the mirror away because I don't believe what good things you say to me anymore because of the ruthless mirror. Take away the mirror because it's my new personal being of torment. So please, I beg you, take away the **** mirror…