Look in the mirror and say what you see,
A broken down girl staring right back at me.
I can’t seem to recognize her, her eyes so empty,
Her hair looks cropped, and not so lengthy.
She looks too skinny in her muscle shirt and *******,
Her whole appearance making me feel uncanny.
Who is this girl? Why is she so sad?
She’s looking slightly familiar and in a state so bad.
I examine her more closely and realize something I cannot stand,
The girl in the mirror is really me with a razor in hand.