Looking in the mirror What can I do? What should I do? Maybe not to me, but Everything else Find better friends who accept Me for me Not for someone else Or stop listening to All the lies on my phone Because I’m not alone, Right? I could watch the new show, on Netflix, where they look in the mirror And Smile Or take a class to show How everyone looks so perfect On my phone But not in real life- Photoshopped I could be standing in front of the glass, The girl staring back Not asking what I should do But accepting the clearer Image Saying positive things Not like her, she clings to the past I would’ve been her, She doesn’t ask For Breakfast, Lunch, or Dinner “Its better for me to be thinner” Another girl at our table, she Eats, but she’s not stable She looks like she’s Made a decision, but won’t Go through with it Doctors call it Depression, For her It's just another form of expression, Of a new way that things can hurt She looks in the mirror And walks away But this time, Facing her reflection- Not seeing the imperfection- She stays But not really- She never has Outside of this mirror Nothing exists- There is nothing clearer Then when no one can hear her Even when she speaks Even when she’s there for them They’ll ignore her- Once again It might be the one thing she can rely on Everyone else being too high on Their own problems If you’re the one who made the fog, Does it matter if you can’t see? Can’t breathe? Wondering if you ever will? You can run away from your own problems But you can’t run away from this But You can turn away from the mirror Knowing no on one will ever hear you