it's awful to pass a mirror and want to look away
it seems my love for myself has gone astray

I blame myself for everything I do
even the rights don't hear a "woo!"

"it's okay" you say
but I know I messed up in some way

my mind is twisted, I can't think straight
my most dominant feeling is self-hate

she writes on her arm
as a physical method to disarm

she believes this way she can fix the problem
she doesn't think she is awesome

"the words will sink deeper" she tells herself
she's putting the true conflict on a shelf

the words she wrote are just material
she doesn't know her true issue is spiritual

she needs to look deep inside
stop letting her demons hide

they will destroy her slowly
she won't know where her mind is going

suffering on the inside is the worst
one day soon, she is going to burst

she feels so alone
even with her family at home

maybe that's why she loves books
hey, at least she isn't a crook

she feels connected to the words
she wishes she could fly to them like a bird

the characters have become her best friends
they make her not want to reach the end

they make her feel special
she knows the feeling isn't artificial

she wishes they could last forever
reality's response to that is "never"

there is a connection between the books and she
from real life, they allow her to flee