I watch my reflection in the mirror
with my pale  eyes
watching my lifeless statue in the dark
bones made out of gelatin
and my heart out of fragile glass
that breaks everytime i see myself

My fingertips softly touch my face
Tears keep coming faster
till my water lines are overflowing
My nails grow sharper
and my fingers cramp
digging holes under my eyes
I want to shatter my bones
And burn my skin to ashes
I want to rip the hair from my scalp
as well as all the pages
filled with frustration
scratching and screaming
I have to be pretty

but the need for it grows
as well as the demons inside my soul