She always gets herself ready with her back turned toward the mirror
That way as she’s getting dressed she doesn’t have to see it any clearer
Her reflection staring back at her screaming “you’ll never be enough”
“And that all those who call you pretty only do it to say some useless fluff”
“So no thank you” is what she whispers at 3 am in just her body
A reply to the demons in the shadows that tell her that no one could truly love thee
And she’ll nod her head for all the compliments and give a laugh with every smile
But when she’s all alone they’re merely insults to defile