When you look into the mirror, what is it that you see?
It isn't the same as everyone else, and that's what worries me.
You are much to young to stand there and critisize,
The only one that sees your many flaws, are your two own eyes.
You're seeing a picture, that really isn't there.
You hate yourself , your hair, your eyes, everything thats still there.
Deep within yourself, you are slowly withering away
You try to fake a smile, but I know you cry at the end of everyday.
You feel your're forever hated in a world in which your really loved
But I can understand that all your life you've been broken and shoved.
And now when you look at your self, you wish you could change who you are,
But me and everyone else are trying to tell you, you shine like a star.
All it is you want, is to be loved and wanted,
But your past has the love around you blinded, and by your past you're haunted.
As the blood drips from your arm, you cry and think you're cries are unheard.
But you have to save yourself, truth is we heard every word.