No matter how far or fast I run
I will keep coming back to the place

where

bathroom is my favorite show stage

and

the cold floor feels more comfortable than the bed

I watch the blue fairy lights twinkle above my head
I wonder,
do they ever get sad?
I drink coffee to replace my hunger
but I end up punching my stomach with anger

Mirror
       Mirror
            Mirror
When will you stop showing me that monster?