Mirror, Mirror...

Mirror, Mirror,
On the floor,
I shattered you and what you store.

You show me what I don't want to see,
I try and I run,
I can't be free.

I hate what I see staring back,
That's not me. Why do you attack?

I don't like the way you make me look,
But when I see a mirror I'm automatically hooked.

I tell myself that looks don't matter,
Yet each time I see you, I seem even fatter.

I have bulimia,
It's been two years,
And mirror you are my greatest fear.

It was you that completely destroyed my life,
Put me through heartache, sickness and strife.

With you out my life I may just cure,
That's why mirror, you're shattered on the floor.

by vera©