I stand in the bathroom
In front of the full length mirror
Wrapped in a towel
That makes my figure look awful
My hair wet and stringy
Clinging to my face
Shivering
Because the window is broken
And lets in the November air
And I stare
I stare at my eyes
At my face
At my lips
And I hate them all

And I can hear the voices
In my head
Of all my friends who tell me
That I’m pretty
And that they love my eyes
And the way my hair falls
And the way my lips pout

But I can’t see it
I can’t see the girl they do
No matter how hard I try

All I can see
If a girl full of doubt
And pain
And hurt
And she looks back at me
And she knows what she looks like, too

I turn on the heater
And as the condensation
Drips slowly down the glass
Tears form in my eyes
And roll down my cheeks
And silently hit the floor

I lean on the shower door
And slowly slide to the floor
And sob as quietly as I can
And shiver and quake
Even as the hot air
Is pushed onto my shoulders

Because I can’t understand
Why I see the girl in the mirror
And why she never changes

I hate her.