I punch the mirror to break it.

I hate what I see.

Bloodied knuckles

Are better than staring at me.

You didn't like what you saw;

Circled eyes,

Tear-streaked cheeks.

My smile hangs limply,

Like Grannie's best undies

Rippling in the breeze.

Now that you're gone;

I see me,

I hate me.

I have never seen this side of myself before.

I never want to again.

It's dark,

It's painful,

It's lonely,

Behind that door.

Don't let me run again.

Don't let me fall through again,

The ever crumbling floor.

Jealously.

Hatred.

I block out the world.

I'm tired now;

Too tired now.

I cannot see how

You ever even glanced at me.

Don't look at me.

Don't look at me.

You're better off now,

Happier now,

Without me.