I stare at you,
and you stare back
I hate what I see,
yet still I look
At my reflection

Two years later
I stare once more
Nothing has changed
I still hate what I see
I hate who I am
And I hate my reflection

Another year goes
and I feel trapped in time
Nothing gets better
Those were all lies
I hate how my eyes
Are covered in black
And my lips are cracked
Grinning back in my reflection

It seems no matter how often
I find a new mirror
I never seem different
It doesn't get better
My reflection remains the same

Maybe this means
It's not my reflection
That's wrong with me.