The mirror speaks to me.

It tells me that I am fat

It whispers that I'm weak

It comments on my matte hair

The mirror hates me.

It tells me that I need to be skinny

It hooks up the bait and pulls

It catches my mini figure

It tells me to dig a hole

The mirror gets the hole dug.

A six feet deep burrow for my soul

For how can I say no?

As I lay in the hole

I dream of eating from a bowl

A bowl of laughter, of friendship, of happy times

But there is no such bowl.

The corset tightens

And I fade

I want to rest these tired bones

But I can't with my future made.

I will die a lonely life

I will cry and cry

For this mirror lies to me

Why can't I see?

This monster inside of me

I am fading oh so fast

And I should hurry or protest

To end this life and or death.