My reflection in the mirror is something I don’t want to see
Something I don’t like to see
If I see it I stare in till I find every little thing that is wrong with me, every little imperfection
When I find all the things wrong with me I focus on them and can’t let them go
I’ll hold on to them to the grave
And I will obsess
Obsess on things people say don’t matter
Well they do matter, they matter to me
I wish they didn’t but they do, and I can get over them.
These little imperfections are what **** me the most…
~Angel~