I slam my hand into the mirror -
Don't look at me that way.
I am ugly, I am wrong.
The mirror never lies -
Our mirror never lies.
Is this how people see me?
Pathetic, little girl,
Sitting on her floor crying.
My mirror gives me my image.
Distorted, perhaps wrong,
But this is how I see myself,
Without the reflection.
But.
Are we true?