my mirror looks at me with hatered in her eyes
cause no one hears my screaming
except the ghosts inside my room, and the voices in my head.
and the girl in my mirror.

The skeletons in my closet rattle their bones when i talk to myself
and the monsters under my bed wont let me sleep straight through the night
and the girl in the mirror trips me
every time i try to leave.

when the lights go out, and i cry into my pillow
sometimes it cries back, telling me how bothersome i am
and the floorboards creak to make a mocking song
and the girl in the mirror sings, a smirk on her lips

i think im crazy.
when i think about trying to make it all stop
my wrists itch, and i cant stop laughing
picturing my parents at my funeral, fighting over whose fault it is
playing tug o war, even after im dead.

and the creatures in my room always stop suddenly
filling the air with a suffocating silence,
and though i hate them, i wish they would come back
because next to the world
the girl in my mirror
is very sympathetic.

 
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