Standing here, looking at my reflection on the mirror
Filled with disgust.
I tried so hard to improve
Yet nothing worked.
I’m not perfect.
In fact, nobody’s perfect.
So why do I try
When I know that I’m just gonna fail
I lie to myself
“I look pretty in this”
When I feel fake and ugly.
At times I start to lose my mind
On reality and a dream
I forced myself to believe the lie
I’m stuck in a dream.
I wake up feeling empty.
Life felt meaningless and boring.
I look into the mirror again
And I got sick of the imperfection.
Scar me if needed.
I couldn’t care less about it anymore.
I was over it.
For all I know, my life would end at this instant.
And all of these feelings will be gone.