Mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s the ugliest of them all?
Could it be me with the bad skin
And the opposite of thin
The one who laughs too much
And goes quiet with a hush
Who has friends but no invites
Brushes off the words that bites
Never cries in fear of vulnerability and weakness
And is now numb and dreamless
Who’s life is a lazy mess
Doesn’t do anything and still has stress
And to the mirror on the wall
I must say I’d have to be the ugliest of them all

I’m so scared of my poetry
Cause when I write it
It cuts right through the heart
Once you write it all down
Then it’s all said and done
I’m so scared of my poetry
It knows me too well and I got no excuse
I can’t lie to it the same way that I lie to you
I’m so scared of my poetry
Cause when I write it
Then I’ll think to hard
And once you let the thought in
Then it’s all said and done
So I’ll lay in your arms and tell you that I’m fine

I’m tired of pretending now
Your constant criticism has me down
Do you realize what this does to me?
I’m crying when I shouldn’t be
You make me feel so crazy
And no, I’m not lazy
Don’t guilt trip me into doing your stuff
I know every word you say is bluff
It’s silly people believe when you say,
“She hasn’t done anything today”
When it’s a lie and isn’t true
Why do you have to make me feel so blue?
Confuse me with your kind words
Yell at me and call all of my friends ‘nerds’
I can’t tell if you love or hate me
Something I can’t quite guarantee

In a world of fake
I‘ll still be true
Through my heart ache
And I’m still blue
And love is love
And is never ending
From low to above
And now Im forgetting
The way you felt
In my arms
“Play the cards your dealt”
But when I do I hear alarms

Painting on my peach paper
With a sharp, red marker
Dragging it across the paper

Like a dandelion
Your lies spread