Poor girl never is truly satisfied
By the grotesque figure that stares back at her
Distorted features cut by the broken glass
In the mirror
That little crack in the corner
That creeps it's way down like a spider
Attacking her reflection
In shame, she runs away
Tears flowing easily
As she purges her problems repeatedly
Little naive girl never is truly gladdened
Grabbing at her skin
And pulling it
Stretching it
To look the way she sees herself
She looks up for a moment
And the beautiful child
Who once had life in her cheeks and the world in her hands
Is absent
A stranger stares back her
With a  gaunt looking physique
All color drained from her face
Her skin blotchy
Her hair thinning
Dull eyes deep in their sockets
Highlighted by dark circles
All of this seems to be no problem
Throw on some makeup
Braid your hair
And that's taken care of
But aching neck down is all disappointment to her
After every scanty meal
She sneaks off
To cleanse herself of imperfections
surprised that no one has yet to notice
She desperately runs to the dreaded mirror
Where she sees no difference
And this sad little girl beats herself out of frustration
Bashing her brittle bones
Poor girl, be satisfied