Blood on my mirror.

I hate myself
Therefore I am ghost
What you see
I don’t see
So stop bothering me.

I’m not pretty
I don’t look like them
Some times I wish I did

They own my thoughts
And stalk my nightmares
You don’t know what I would do to be like them

They are pretty
And everyone likes them
They don’t sit alone on a Saturday night.

I wish they would switch places
I want to walk a day in their shoes
Feel loved one day
Out of this torture we call a life.

I cut and I bleed
I puke and I binge
Just to be like them.

I break the mirror
I hate what I see.
I just don’t want to face the truth.
Of the mirror before me.
It is just too much.
I guess I am over now.