I cringe as the glass shatters in front of me
Yet I don't budge as a piece pierces my skin
I don't feel the shooting pain I should
I only smile at the amount of blood

The cracks in the mirror still remain
So I trace them like a lost girl in a maze
Of course it cuts
But to me - I'm not even bleeding

When I stare into the mirror every morning
It's only anger that rises in me
My apathetic attitude and melancholy life
Is what fills the reflection I'm staring into

I try to smile
But then I think fake
I cry in front of the mirror
But then I think ugly

So I stare at the crack of glass
That runs accross my nose
I can see half of me still
And I don't know if that hurts more or less

I see the blood red pen marks
It used to say masochistic bitch
But now it's shattered too
I think even a piece of me is broken now

So that's me huh?
Everything I've done to look like that
Everything I've wished to still feel completely alone
Will I always be this way?

It's not a lie
I truly hate everything I am
But to see every flaw inside me Exist upon glass
The feeling alone could almost kill me

So I shatter the glass
Just like me
I'll forver continue breaking
If every morning I have to stare at my own reflection...