Mirror

I’ve never experienced pain or even heartache.
My life is normal and perfectly fine.
Look at me and see my happiness shine.
What is depression? I have no clue.
But that, my friends, is completely untrue.
I can make you smile even if I can’t.
Wide awake each night for fear of falling asleep.
Looking to your dresser, taking in all you see.
Walking to the bathroom, gazing at the lipstick covered mirror.
Seeing all those hateful names that insist upon spelling out your fear.
One name for the fact you don’t feel you’re enough.
Another name for that frightened girl who tries to act so tough.
Lipstick smeared across the glass, to cover your reflection.
You Silently cry to yourself, you just crave for that perfection.
You Bite your lip until you bleed so you don’t scream and shout.
Hunger pains twist your stomach, but you refuse to eat.
Because you feel that your weight is what you can defeat.
Losing pounds by the day, losing blood at night.
Trying to win a losing battle you know you cannot fight.
Eye liner and mascara, running two twin tracks.
Looking at those magazines to try and get your facts.
Put those headphones in your ears, blast it all the way.
Don’t make any eye contact, don’t say what you have to say.
Grab a notebook, grab a pen, write all that you desire.
Ignore everyone that screams you’re a fake and liar.
You have this pain bottled up, locked up tight inside.
But something you need to know is real beauty can sometimes hide.
Trapped under those white scars, deep inside of you.
Take the time to open your eyes and see the beauty I do.
That lipstick covered mirror can distort all you see.
You may be broken but you are perfect for me.
Hidden beauty cannot hide from your friend's eyes.
You don’t need that covered mirror, don’t listen to its’ lies.