i look at her and i want to see just who she is,
but all i see is a worthless little girl,
who hates herself and all the world.
shes made up of a thousand lies,
you can see all the pain and hurt in her eyes
every breath is a wasted one.
shes sat there so long,
shes not sure if she can move on.
i turn my back to her,
but i know shes still there.
i stand there alone,
with my back to the mirror.
i feel the tears coming nearer,
as i slide to the floor.
i don't want to be that girl.
i get up and wipe my tears.
i walk out the door,
and start my life over.
 
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